What a powerful assertion of freedom, hidden in a throw-away line.

Stuck in the busy, doing things that are largely unimportant.

Sometimes you pour energy into the wrong thing.

It's ok.

Knowing what you should be doing is not the same thing as doing it.

When reading, you highlight it. When listening, you jot it down. It almost feels personal.

And why should we feel anger at the world?

I probably hadn’t been that stoked to turn off shuffle and experience an album since the nineties.

Last night I had a cocktail for the first time in something like two months.

If someone succeeds in provoking you, realize that your mind is complicit in the provocation.