I’m writing today’s Sunday dispatch under the murky veil of a hangover so we’re gonna get to the “to watch, to read, to listen” bit a little sooner than usual.
I don’t have much to share except for a thought that came to me last night. I was at a house party where I didn’t know anyone. A bunch of people were congregated in one part of the house and after a few cocktails and a puff of some very strong weed I felt overwhelmed and irritated, so I made my way outside, to a deck that overlooked several overgrown backyards. It was dark, but if I leaned over the wooden railing just so I could catch a hazy glimpse of the moon peeking at me behind a few wispy clouds.
For a moment the sound of music and people chatting inside seemed to disappear, it got very quiet and it almost felt as if I’d slipped into my own private pocket universe. It was just me and the moon and the wind. And I’ve been feeling so down about life, so stressed about money, so bad about myself, so exhausted and afraid, but in that moment the thought came to me: