wild world

surprising fact: “wild world,” played on the radio, while you are (illegally) drinking rosé (in your car), with the windows open, is a perfect thing.

dude from mex summer wrote me about working again for the festival…haven’t read it yet, avoiding it, just need a moment. part of me feels like i never swim out to my ship, i just wait for rafts to come by and then grasp onto those and it’s time to be brave and try something new (or old, whatever, just something braver).

(now “peace train” is on spotify — not against it, tbh)

also it’s complicated — i co-founded that festival and this past year it felt like i’d been demoted to just a worker, but then i’m like ego you bastard, who cares. but it was emotional to feel divested of it. bad emotional. also working or not working the festival again is complicated because of marfa and leaving and opportunities and my sweet marriage and ross staying here and happiness and status quo and loneliness and etc. etc.

can of worms.

so for now. ignoring that email.