Hi.Marc here. The other night, I was outside. Smoking. Thinking. Not spiraling—just… still. And in that stillness, a question landed: Have I really changed? Or have I just gotten better at watching myself choose? I used to drink differently. Not in quantity, but in meaning. Back then, alcohol was the ignition. The ritual. The reward. […]
The Dog Who Standlit Me
Hi. Marc here. The other night, I didn’t dream. At least, not in the usual sense. But something came over me— a moment stitched from memory, guilt, and something softer. I was smoking. Late. Outside. One of those nights where silence feels heavier than air. Where you’re not sure if you’re escaping something… or just […]