i didn't make plans. but i got here. 

many times i could have died. i tempted, or maybe courted, my death, like i wanted to meet and meld with my ghost. i was soul lonely i would cry on my bike. this is in hindsight. then, i rode around crazily on ice and stumbled drunk through the night. i think i did get to know my ghost, and i think my ghost wants me to be content and live.