One year ago, I did something remarkable: I danced.
Today I share how I overcame and came to enjoy what was once one of my crippling fears.

At the very tail end of 2019, Amanda and I traveled to Costa Rica for a ceremony with the Grandmother, the plant medicine ayahuasca. This piece recounts our experiences in full.

I spent over a year dwelling on my death. And then three months experiencing repeated ego death. This is the story of how it changed me.

It’s better to struggle to produce truly great art than to put more bullshit out into the world.

The price of wisdom isn’t age, it’s pain — and that’s a good thing. Everyone can learn something from misery and use it to create.