LA has left this place empty.
This is what I look like for 8 hours of the day. Expressionless in front of a computer.
I am sure I’ll have great skin as I age, you know, from all of the not talking and expression making that seems to be the new norm. I’m alone and I’m writing and that’s the deal. I get up every day, I feed and take the kids to their three different schools, I sit here - like this- I feed the kids and I watch The Voice… all while my hair air dries.
If I have a point, it’s this. I’m not, not here. I’m here. I’m just, not.