Gather 'round…
" An old man in Calcutta would walk to get water from a well every day. He'd carry a clay pot and lower it by hand slowly, all the way down, careful not the let it hit the sides of the well and break. Once it was full, he'd raise the pot slowly and carefully... Continue Reading →
I’ve never sat writing in my winter boots before, at least not inside. I’ve also never, not to my memory, burped up chocolate guacamole, which also just happened, but that is beside the point. I’m here writing in my clunky winter boots because a guy was supposed to be here almost an hour ago to... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 