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A few years ago, I was walking home from a friend’s house on a clear, crisp afternoon. I felt how I often feel walking alone in the middle of a bright blue day: content yet oddly melancholy.

Ostentatious as fuck.

As I turned the corner off of my friend’s side street, I saw it: a perfectly fresh looking baguette, sitting at about chest level on a stone wall abutting the sidewalk. It had been abandoned there, fully intact. I felt a strong kinship with this loaf of bread, sitting alone where it shouldn’t be, so absurdly confident in it’s wrongness. To me, that baguette was a perfect example of how absurd, beautiful and lonely the world can be. 

So many blogs give people tips and share stories about how to fit in, to be part of the status quo. Through stories, observations, essays—and avenues I haven’t even thought of yet–this is my space to celebrate the out of place, the things that don’t fit, the lonely. Despite what so many messages out there being your own thoughts, looking in the opposite direction or being a “loner” can also be a great thing.

Expect the topics here to be eclectic, but themes to be consistent. I hope you like what you read and that you’ll share the extra good ones with your friends. If you don’t, not a problem. There’s plenty of internet out there for all of us, so please keep it civil and move on to something that interests you more.

Ok. Off into the abyss we go, friends.