this is my zen space. as dirty as possible. i start and i wont stop till it is ready. mila is already sleeping. i just hit my pipe. and i will listen to an album im very excited to listen. life is good, regardless of how it may seem. it is always staring at you and asking:

are you paying attention?

and then i take out the headphones because i hear a sound and my daughter is crying out loud as nacha puts her to sleep. why don’t you just close your eyes and rest, little mila? is that too much to ask?