Surprise Me

I feel like writing something, but I haven't for such a long time that I'm rusty and out of practice. Lately I've been avoiding beginning thoughts with 'how long has it been since...' how long has it been since I last blogged, how long has it been since I graduated, how long has it been since I had a Vivanno Orange Mango Banana w/ matcha from Starbucks? Enough time where I can go back yet? I avoid these type of thoughts to dilute the passing of time. In a time of Isolation and Efficiency I find myself seeking community and careless amusement. But I can't help but look back frequently to remember from which direction I came. I'm actually rolling against the Zeitgeist of my generation, I'm definitely not wearing a mask (even though two people of 2 degrees separation have caught it), and lately I fear I have little or no one to fear. There's nothing to keep me in line and that scares me. Did that strike a flicker of fear? If it did, I call you my friend.