It is 2003 and I’m sitting in the woods, feeling so mad at myself for my shortcomings in the journey of existing as a human. Twenty years later, I’d offer myself some compassion. Also twenty years later, I’d hear the perfect soundtrack to …
It is 2003 and I’m sitting in the woods, feeling so mad at myself for my shortcomings in the journey of existing as a human. Twenty years later, I’d offer myself some compassion. Also twenty years later, I’d hear the perfect soundtrack to …