Figuring out the shower, whether it be staying over at someone’s house, being on vacation, or going to a new gym, is always a journey. What knob gives you hot water? Do you have to pull the thing to make it come out of the spout? Do I have to open the drain? I navigate the world through a veil of perpetual cluelessness so this can easily become a ten minute ordeal. I’ve shed blood. But on the other side, a crisp refreshing feeling of cleanliness that feels earned, and a new appreciation for the machinery of home.
walking the streets of dublin...got to like 20 and lost count. I didn't feel jealous, really -- probably because being single has pretty much been my life, as a matter of fact -- but who can tell the future?
