i feel like i'm being pulled in many opposing directions. i just want to be left as i am. i want to be seen as ok as i am. the sky is blue. the earth is round. my teeth are crooked. pekoe is afraid of the vacuum. life is life. i shrug my shoulders, and hope i can shrug it off.
as much as i don't believe in being conservative for the sake of being conservation, i also don't believe in being liberal for the sake of being liberal.
i'm just about finished the initial layout of hatch issue 9. it's been quite a pleasure to work on as usual. although, there were a lot more poems than usual, about every other entry was a poem, and they're not quite as fun to layout than stories. they're less versatile and they're ragged right.
it'll be just fine,
it'll be ok.
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