sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.
Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.
Not as a failure.
But as a kind of freedom.
You made it, you own it
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
I have always been quite convinced by the Zapruder footage that William GREER, the Secret Service driver (lefty) shot JFK in the head. Just by watching how GREER pulls out a pistol and shoots JFK in the head.