I find myself wondering why I am continuing to call this a series of anything. I’m all over the place, but I think I’m saying important stuff. It feels important at the time.
Everything I write here really is a confession of sorts, I suppose. It’s literally a transcription of my thoughts.
The secret, innermost thoughts. The ones we hide from the world (and often, ourselves) because we fear being made fun of, or worse.
I imagine to myself that you, my readers (the millions and millions who will one day read these words), enjoy the fact that they’re raw, honest, and quick.