I thought I’d be camping and road-tripping through July, but instead I got mono and Lyme. So, I wrote about legacy, absurdity, and why our lives are roughly the size of dust mite poop on the cosmic scale.
There’s also a book rec (shoutout to Alan Smale), a few reflective prompts, and a tiny win in the form of a $40 photo printer.
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