11:52 a.m. - 2017-09-09
Everyone Was a Baby Once
I've been sucked down a rabbit hole. It started with Poppy, and moved on to Titanic Sinclair, and from there, I've found Mars Argo. They're three pieces of a puzzle that I'm not even sure matters, but I can't stop thinking about it. I think that's their point. They make me think of me when I was younger, and I had all these thoughts and ideas, and everything I wrote seemed to glimmer. Now everything creaks instead.

Do you stop mattering when you're not young anymore?

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