Infrequent reflections on the last few months.
Dispatches
It’s been nearly seven years since cancer surgery. I try not to think about that number too much. It only leads to ruminating over how things could have been different; and there’s no reason to stay in a loop when there’s an exit. My condition is stable
Dispatches
I’m unreasonably happy about my coffeehouse job. I say unreasonably because there’s no way it can support my needs long-term; and it won't do anything for my career. I’m not even a barista yet, just a general-purpose employee who takes orders at the register, prepares