19th century fiction – michael jarmer

…was unremarkable, at least in my personal sphere. I accomplished very little. I woke up late, meditated, scrambled an egg, walked the dogs, listened to a couple of albums, The Last Dinner Party and Father John Misty, respectively, culled through some Project MA demos for the next album, texted with my musical partner from thatContinue reading “The Twenty-first Day of 2025…”