In two days it will be another anniversary of my accident and my brain surgery. What does that mean in terms of technology and emotions? It’s another year where I choose to ignore the memory notifications on facebook and another year where I don’t look at timehop, even though I know these days leading up… Continue reading Eight Years.

When usually at night the sky goes dark, the sky goes bright When usually the world is loud, the world is quiet When usually the world is ugly, the world is beautiful When usually tears fall, snowflakes fall When usually people complain, people contemplate Contemplate on the peace the snow brings and the way it… Continue reading Snow