I meditate on my obsessions.

When you’re fourteen, you want attention, a future, you look forward to a realistic what-if. When you’re twenty-four, you just want to have a little fun, an escape from the serious things that keep you up at night. At twenty-four, I fantasize precisely because and when these fantasies have no potential of fullfilling themselves inContinueContinue reading “I meditate on my obsessions.”