anyone else ever feel like this life is just a tourism experience for your soul? like you spent the past few lives before this one as someone completely different, doing something wildly unlike your life now, and this lifetime was your ethos being like “let’s try something wild for a change.” right now, I live for cold rainy days and autumn skies and creepy shit and halloween and sweaters, but I’ve always suspected that in a past life I was a classic surfer stereotype. long blonde waves of sun-bleached, sea salt-fried hair, tanned skin, a surfboard under my arm. sleeping on the beach every night, making my living as a lifeguard, bright and athletic and popular and optimistic and everything I will never be in this life. I dream about water and beaches and surfing in particular a lot, and I’ve never understood why because I hate the beach and I’ve never been surfing in my life. weird shit, man.