Do you ever walk into a store and plant your eyes on something that you feel has always been yours? As if you already had a history—or occupied a part of each other's lives? A sort of soulmate connection with an object is what I'm getting at; a coup de foudre with something inanimate. Before you think we're crazy, let's talk a little bit more about this Cat Mask...
Yom Kippur on the horizon
About a week ago—while going through stacks of books, I came across a lone journal of mine. It had somehow found its own path, away from all the other journals stacked neatly against my "keepers" bookshelf.