Em Reid

And so it begins

In the deep crevice of my mind, there is this nagging feeling that there is something I should be doing. Instead of grasping the red thread and following it down whatever whimsical path it might lead me down, I decide that it’s better to distract myself from these ideas that wonder through my head, like a horse and rider through a dark valley in those western moves that would come on the television when we were younger.