I came up on a typewriter this year, and we bonded quickly after co-creating nearly every day on my roadtrip to the PNW. With the influence of Jack Kerouac's spontaneous prose, I typed out with great intention streams of consciousness that's allowed practice and healing.
I had no intention of sharing these pages, but without anything else planned there's no sense not to. I do not make drafts, nor care much about formatting or typos. My mind goes to many places, and it's not always the easiest to invite people into these sorts of rabbit holes.
This is a recap written after month 1 of 6 of subleasing
my apartment for the first time.
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