I am of the belief that everyone has a secret longing—perhaps not-so-secret among the more bombastic of us—to experience more life. To the deluded, this is a longing for luxury, a pomp-induced comfort catered by a trust fund and scantily-clad individuals befitting one’s own sexual palate. The more lucid understand that this fuller life simply exists somewhere in the uncharted …
When You Have a Seed
