THOUGHTS ONE HAS WHILE DRIVING TO THE HAMPTONS

SPEEDING, COPS, BAD SANTA

83 on the dash feels delicious–I’m clocking one lusty MPH over for every (impending) year of life. But I pull it back because I distrust authority, and because my instinct for self-preservation is too strong, and because I’m a law-abiding citizen (apparently).

LANA, LOVE, LOST

I’m singing out loud, not my words but hers, and I find myself both lost in thought and thoughtfully lost. Rerouting.

HORSES, MARRIAGE, COMMITMENTS

You can’t own a wild thing unless you break its will and bend it to your own. I do not want to be owned, broken or made by anyone but myself (and God, of course God). And so I trot and gallop and run like hell away from anything that feels like captivity.

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