Dear Deluded Diary, I’m thinking about buying a 20-something foot step van (think UPS truck) on Facebook Marketplace. It’s $2,300, runs, has a diesel engine (though a notoriously problematic one), and would, I think, make for the bare bones of a wonderful rolling home. Essentially, I feel that it could become an uglier – albeit a far more personable and mobile – tiny home than the one I presently have in storage. I don’t have the money to buy it. In fact, the situation is far more grim than that (though only on paper – out here in the real world it’s the end of summer, which means food and…

“With the way you’re talking, people will think that you don’t care about anything at all.” Mom had been looking down towards the kitchen tablecloth, or at times off to the right, distantly scanning the kitchen floor as I spoke. But now, as I glanced up, she was looking me square in the eyes. “It’s not really like that, Mom.” I was lying. We had been sitting at the table, having a light discussion, which had turned towards more vulgar topics – D.C. politics. Specifically, Kamala Harris’ running mate. And neither of us really had any sort of resistance to what the other had been saying. Harris is a fool…

Move forward blindly. BLINDLY. BLINDLY, in whichever direction feels right. Rest when it feels right to rest. Move when it feels right to move, in the General Direction of where it feels right to go. You need food? Keep walking in your direction until you spot a place to eat. Don’t worry about eating, or drinking, or sleeping, or money. Just move towards your singular, clearly defined destination of the hour. And fucking MARVEL at the way in which the journey unfolds. Marvel at it, and bathe in the overwhelming sense of gratitude at every miracle – you will see miracles. And when the going gets ugly, first question your mindset, not your…

Aha! It’s worked again! In the same vein as my Butts, Butts, Butts post, you’ve been fooled into clicking on this link through the use of deceptive marketing tactics. Alas, you will find no pornographic fantasies here. If that truly is what you are after in this particular moment, then I humbly submit to you this LINK by way of apology (click if you dare). I’m wandering aimlessly around the Strip District, it having been significantly revamped since my last visit, five or so years ago. Today it exists as a busy, hip commercial district – a space which feels both foreign and familiar to me. It is far removed…

None of the following matters, save, perhaps, for the final paragraph. But I penned it all in a matter of hours on November 5th, in a mindset which I could only describe as one of crystalline focus. And that sudden burst of energized, flowing clarity makes me suspect that this post might one day offer some value, to some individual out there, and thus should be shared. Yes, I am undercutting my own hard work before you’ve had the chance to weigh it. No, I am not doing so in order to protect myself from retribution or lambasting – at least, not extraneous lambasting. Rather, I am shielding myself from…