The room is lit by candles, it’s two AM and I'm trying to wrap my head around…with a cigarette on my lips I’m trying to wrap my head around life’s complexities. Never have these four walls been so constricting, this basement apartment will be the end of me. As the melted wax makes its way to the floor it’s safe to say that I won’t know much more. Because my thoughts have been so fucking circular, solving a problem only makes way for another. Night has this funny way of reminding me of all the things that I’ve come to miss. Watching lightning on the stones in the front yard, and the summer nights by the ocean in Jersey, spent reinventing the world. I swear that I’m this close to packing all of my things and heading for the coast. Right now there’s a pin on a map set for Meat Cove, where I’ll buy land, and build a home, care for cattle or become a fisherman. Wouldn’t that be the life?