july

Everyday I wake up and a part of me is distraught at the idea of knowing how little time I have, knowing we have the capacity and desire to do almost everything - I want to do it all - I just don’t have the time

So I have to choose

Can feel this deeply, I have spent countless years resonating with Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar 

Have tried to make peace with it lately, by living in who I am, than the idea of it

creating and destroying; built flying cars & autonomous vehicles, now building /faust, more here: /july, web: july.rocks