05.17.2026
Background
One year ago, The Great Social Experiment was released into the world, changing my life in more ways than I have still yet to fully process. Since then, I've been sharpening my perspective (and my pencil) regarding the choices that either heal or perpetuate different struggles with anxiety, depression, and self-esteem.
Today, I welcome Entry 1070.
The final entry of one epoch and the first breath of another.
Distance has a way of revealing what constant proximity conceals -
Recognizing energy that nourishes you versus that which quietly consumes you.
Choosing stillness over chaos, fidelity over disloyalty, good over evil.
Finding presence over noise, and intention over addiction.
Happy Mental Health Awareness Month to anyone who struggles. I love you x1070 <3
Entry 1070
The insanities, informalities, and infidelities,
The I forgot about mes and forgone liberties.
The mountain on which I die to appease
Brings out 1070 shades of the same anxieties.
Addictions, restrictions, and malnutritions.
A promise not to lose the self,
In pursuit of someone else,
Dialing in my binoculars on that out of my realm,
The power of distant observation at the helm.
A man watches airplanes,
Observing the distance when he doesn’t want the reins.
A desire to disappear,
Somewhere between running watches and watching runways.
A father standing with his son on the lawn, freshly mowed,
1070 on the house number, 1070 balls left to throw.
A woman sits on the fringe,
Mocking the color of a gorgeous woman’s skin.
A divisive conundrum,
But without recognition that this is where inequities begin.
In a world where it costs nothing to be nice,
There’s 1070 steps forward, but still 1070 to make right.
A man walks into a bar,
Then leaves behind the wheel of a car.
A tale as old as time,
A bottle can break more than a heart.
Despite the small town energy and late night glow,
There’s 1070 on the gauge, and 1070 left to go.
A woman wins a fight,
And desecrates her title as loyal wife.
Desperate measures,
All this over a child-sized bike.
Only sheets otherwise know the secret sets,
1070 growing cracks where the truth inlets.
A man plays guitar,
Silently exiting, but still leaving the door ajar.
A house divided,
A years-old foundation cracking right down to the rebar.
All strings of memories past written for the playing,
After 1070 days, there’s 1070 things we’re still not saying.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Does distance only make my negligence longer?
1070 miles between me and you.
1070 things about myself I don’t want to lose.
I fear I’m landing amidst a windshear affair,
Wondering who’s here, and what’s there?
1070 friends I’m leaving behind,
1070 sunrise-to-sunsets on my mind.
I’m only trying to make you proud,
But, I’ve only found ways I’ve let you down.
1070 days of observing from afar,
1070 ballads straight from my heart.
Farsighted zoom on that which is 1070,
Brought out of focus that which was nearest to me.