Our selection of the top ten abandoned places we would visit if we weren’t so scared!What the hell is that disco ball lookin place toward the end?
If alcohol labels told the truth.
I need tactile beauty.
I need unmedicated energy.
I need trains on the weekends, trees in the morning.
I need to cook & be quiet.
I need to sit with it.
I need to reframe the images I carry in my head: make them weird, not pretty.
I need to ask myself, continually:
What kind of melancholy?
What kind of legacy?
What kind of health?
What kind of happy?