Riding On This Slow Freight Alone

№22 — Death of Me (demo)

What are you actually good at?

I spend so much of my waking life chasing after peripheral talents that sometimes I forget what I even specialize in.

The other night, while stubbornly jabbing chopsticks through my plate of Vietnamese food, I couldn’t help but ask myself why I was doing it. Why was I so intent on clumsily using that particular utensil for …