A Boy Called Marcello
At the airport, like I always am. Not really. I’m writing this at Mom & Dad’s kitchen table in Kent. Ever since I decided … Continue reading
At the airport, like I always am. Not really. I’m writing this at Mom & Dad’s kitchen table in Kent. Ever since I decided … Continue reading
1,237 journal entries since 7/1/19. There are scattered entries before, but 7/1/19 is the day I count as the start of my journal. It’s … Continue reading