Episode 05: Two Roads
Imagine, if you will, a well-worn journal. Scuffed leather binding, smudged with soot and mud. “My name is Ezra,” the journal begins, “and I am fire.”
Imagine, if you will, a well-worn journal. Scuffed leather binding, smudged with soot and mud. “My name is Ezra,” the journal begins, “and I am fire.”
My dad used to joke, in the way that dads do, that I was “severely artistic”–the joke there being that word “artistic” sounds a bit like “autistic”. Little did we know… I was actually both.