Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
you think it's all gonna work its way out. somewhere in the distant future there should be some glimmer of retribution. i'm getting sick out this constant cycle of disappointments; i told an acquaintance the other day that my life is synonymous to a baking session with a sumo wrestler. i ask him for sugar and he gives me salt. i want a spatula and he hands me a knife. i reach for parchment paper and he slides the aluminum foil over a few centimeters toward me. i express my fr