My Love for Ladybugs

In my elementary school years, on the weekends, my dad would often drive us up in a Frankenstein Volkswagen beetle—the old-school kind—to Big Bear Mountain to camp. One trip, we found ladybugs crawling by the thousands all over a granite rock, and since then, I’ve become obsessed. The granite lock was likely a ladybug love…

Someday, I’ll Return

Inevitably I want to go back to where I witnessed the divine in a cavern under the glow of worms lighting the subterranean. When I return to this place with my soul open wide, I’ll highlight the dark crevices and document the enigmatic explanation my consciousness makes out of Our Big & Wondrous Bang.