If you could switch places with (insert name) for a day, what would you do?
The man who never became someone else. I’d go back to New Orleans.
// Neil Gaiman. I’d reread what I’d written the day before, and wander around in whatever perfectly content horror feels like.
Choose one thing on your fridge and tell the story behind it.
A receipt for nineteen cans of paint and a sundress. Give me your interpretation of the evidence.
// A photoshopped penguin drinking ice-tea under a sun umbrella. Bought as a magnet from a college bookstore to accurately represent my sobriety life at the time.
