“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. Do not 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…