enfin's reality


headed down to cambridge to escape the turmoil up here in the good ol’ portland.  i can’t deal with most issues, so i run instead.  it’s never failed- at least not yet, and i just am in desperate need of a separate peace, before i have to come back and rifle through the shit in my room that needs to be put away.  sometimes cleaning is gratifying, other times it’s emotionally taxing.  back might be permanently knotted.