You know when the water is coming in faster than you can either paddle or bucket it out? When you're so consumed with the notion of outright survival that when you pause and take a breath you think "Wait?! Am i even headed in the right direction?" swiftly followed by "Don't think - just go - it's the only way you're going to make it out alive." yeah. that's me. right now. this week. this month. this moment. and, i kindly ask the rain gods, please not this entire year.
excavating old landlords and coordinating documentaries and holding down five jobs and spreadsheets and squatters and business strategies and fuel caps and leaps and legal battles and giving to the WSPA and writing and attempts at writing and holding up my end of family and friendships and merrily, impassionedly, frenziedly, we go down the stream...
The emblematic photo of my distress (only the indifferent male subject looks much more tranquil than I) by Eugenio Recuenco.
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