Dec
15th
Sat
15th
Sometimes making stuff up feels a lot like Coyote running across the empty space between one rocky pinnacle and the next, and as long as you keep moving you’re fine. When you stop and look down, it’s suddenly all too apparent that there’s absolutely nothing underneath and that you’re keeping in the air by a peculiar effort of will. And then a good day comes, and you start running through the air once again, and, if you’re smart, you resolutely don’t look down.
