Sora's Hat

Still no word on Sora’s hat.  I wish I could keep things more upbeat in this post, but I’ve been thinking a lot about this one story Sora told me that night.  Plus, I’ve been really struggling with my mental health of late.  Oh, and I have homework and finals this week, and I’m like, “You…

“We never have authentic experiences anymore.”  That’s one thing Sora said.  Man, I wish I remembered more from that night.  I wish I remembered every second. All the cuts and scratches on my forearms have healed.  From the tree.  From that night.  I kept peeling off the last scab so it would never go away. …

Nobody’s reached out yet about Sora’s hat.  This all feels pretty hopeless.  Nope, sorry.  I’m still doing that.  It’s despair I’m feeling, but I can still be hopeful. At this point it’s basically blind faith.  Some would even say naive.  People all over the world are disappearing.  It’s how the hat thing started in the…

It was night.  The light was from the moon and the house behind us.  Her skin was so soft.  When I took her hand it felt like cool water, yet she was strong enough to pull me up.  When I finally straightened myself on the branch she tucked one of her boots up so her…

I couldn’t remember the last time I climbed a tree.  The desire just goes away as you grow, like avoiding sidewalk cracks.  I guess you just stop looking up or looking down at some point in your life.  It’s just all ahead of you and that’s it.  Or maybe it’s behind you?  Like what I’m…

I thought maybe I’d tell you the story of how I met Sora, or at least tell you a little about her.  Maybe you’d understand why her hat means so much to me? I met Sora in a tree.  That is, she was in a tree.  We were at the Delt’s “Last Night on Earth…

I know this is desperate, but I have to at least try.  I’m looking for Sora’s hat.  Sora is this girl I met on March 12th.  The same night she was unmoored.  It was during that last wave sweeping through the midwest.  We were in Ames, Iowa, but the hat could really be anywhere.  Maybe…