February second, two thousand and seventeen.

I was supposed to do Quaker things today, but the roads were icy, so I stayed in and watched Ali: Fear Eats the Soul.


February first, two thousand and seventenn.

Justin has a stoned spongebob toy that’s crammed in a corner in his basement; I sat on his bed and played my violin into his mic, Alexa sang and Alex played guitar – I watched our voices rise and fall on Justin’s computer.