On a morning run near my Pacific Palisades apartment, a tiny studio that was once a hippie hotel for surfers and artists through the 1970s and 80s, I observe a homeless man – a man I saw almost every morning for years – dead beside his scrappy blanket.
Writing about the world‘s self-inflicted pains is so important - especially the way you do it, up close and intimate. You are integral to the planet’s nervous system.
Writing about the world‘s self-inflicted pains is so important - especially the way you do it, up close and intimate. You are integral to the planet’s nervous system.