put together when i get there. but the hazard of being everywhere is that in the process my shirt gets stained, my hair falls out of its clip, and my coat matches nothing but my underwear. even when i get home, i often forget to “come home.” i keep jumping up to look around and make sure i haven’t missed something that’s happening outside the window. it’s not material greed. i don’t need to have it all; i just want to be at it all.
it’s true that i want to approach life eyes open and arms wide, but to do this right i also need to be able to close 