I really don’t want to turn 21. 17 or 18 or 19 would be perfect in perpetuum. But in 4 minutes, July 3rd will end and I’ll never be able to go back. Hence the name of this blog.
Sometimes people tell me they wish they could follow me and the things I do in the world. Someone did earlier today, or maybe yesterday. Well, here you go. This is for that. Happy birthday.
How often do you find yourself at the end of the world?
