Many months after my last post, I find myself with 28 unfinished drafts and dozens of blank titles. I am drowning in scattered references with no continuity or substance. Did I forget how to put a sentence together? What is happening, and how can I get out of these harrowing paragraphs? Meanwhile, I try to keep my life afloat, swinging back and forth between "I have to call..." "I have to check..." "I have to go..." "I have to do..." I also need time to be completely lazy and do fuck all,...

Too much information floats our way these days, offering countless ideas about how to live a fulfilling life. Once we reach one peak, we already gaze upon another horizon, without truly appreciating the sunset right in front of us.

Autumn in New Zealand, the lingering period between peak seasons, is draggingly slow. After finishing the summer season up North, saving...