Sierra Simone

I’m tired sometimes, I guess. Of always having to have a response to whatever is happening, of always having to think about it and think fast and then frame those thoughts into something incisive and deep within a few hours. Sometimes I want to think slowly. Sometimes I want the space to be wrong about something. Sometimes I just want quiet and the absence of... I don’t know. Production, I suppose. I want to have meandering thoughts and conversations and words that don’t go anywhere, that don’t always end up having a point.