A poem for the new year.

Why do we climb? It hurts. It smells. Your toenails fall off. Your skin gets wrecked. If you’ve got a cute, expensive lil’ balayage going, good luck keeping that shit hydrated.

Dreaming big and making dreams come true. Or, how I won an adidas TERREX campaign and got the opportunity to throw myself at a 1500 foot wall for three months in Mexico.

A short story about Keats and the wind.