The art of expressing. I struggle with it, my filters have been clogged for so long. As the filters continue to clear, this space will house my practise sessions at communicating abstract connections to real world things and to project those connections in a way people can (hopefully) understand. The true intent, should I be honest, is actually to help my own understanding of myself. Please, bare with me.
15 Oct 2020 10 minute read 1 comment Average Jo
I found myself reminiscing about Joe Biden tonight and took myself back to August 14, 2003. This is that story. I'm a nobody. Literally. A shadow of my former self. Thankfully, I can still reflect. I was 33 years old at the time (no shit) and my boss...
10 Aug 2020 1 minute read 2 comments Average Jo
My Mother's maiden name was Black. She died in 2011. I was 41. Within two short years, it broke me. In April 2013, after choosing to stay, Bitcoin appeared to me. I bought one for $100. Thus began a five year trek into cryptoland that was filled with...
