Dear God, I’d like to erase my whole life, start over, and spend it in this thing: Love, Ashley. Dear Ashley, I see you’re dreaming big. I told you to get out more. You see what happens when you spend too much time alone? We can’t save you now. No one can. Love, God Mayhaps the great cosmic force speaking to me through caffeine induced schizophrenic auditory hallucinations is right… Read More
Denial is a treehouse in VA
Days like today, I have this thought: “My life would be so much better – if I just had a treehouse… Just there beyond my balcony.” (“Hi. I’m Ashley’s balcony.”) My mythical branch mansion would have a short bridge – built of wooden slates – which I would traverse during summer evenings like this one with my tea in tow. And there I’d spend every warm night in sultry slumber,.. Read More
“The wandering mind’s not always lost”
Tried to watch “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” for the second time last week. Ben, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m sure it’s a great film, but it’s next-level inception depressing just how “it’s me” the issue is. The whole movie’s concept is the “me issue” – I gave this film a second go, and ya wanna know what happened? I started… daydreaming. And missed like… all of it… Read More