Blessed Lughnasadh! Goodbye, Texas.
Here I am, 35 years old, longing to get out of a city that feels like it is pressing in on me from all sides all the time. I can't even get a decent shot of the moon because of all of the light pollution; there's a streetlamp in my front yard. Cities are great; … Continue reading My Future is a Farm
Where's this thing going, anyway?