Good Morning you harvesty, spooky tryers. As things slowed down at the beginning of this pandemic, I started to sense this dark corner of myself becoming more and more pronounced. I came to think of it as that one house in your neighborhood that feels just a litttttle bit haunted. Cast in shadow, overgrown, and no one really going in or out, you rush past it muttering some incantation under your breath, hoping it’ll gain you safe passage. The thing is, that Haunted House was always in my neighborhood, but because of how I lived my life - caught up in the grind, rushing everywhere, numbing and borrowing drama - the Haunted House remained blurry.
Be Your Own Alfred
Be Your Own Alfred
Be Your Own Alfred
Good Morning you harvesty, spooky tryers. As things slowed down at the beginning of this pandemic, I started to sense this dark corner of myself becoming more and more pronounced. I came to think of it as that one house in your neighborhood that feels just a litttttle bit haunted. Cast in shadow, overgrown, and no one really going in or out, you rush past it muttering some incantation under your breath, hoping it’ll gain you safe passage. The thing is, that Haunted House was always in my neighborhood, but because of how I lived my life - caught up in the grind, rushing everywhere, numbing and borrowing drama - the Haunted House remained blurry.