My own mind has been a sanctuary, a battlefield, and sometimes a place I could barely recognize. I'm learning how to live inside it.
These are the pieces of my story that pass through this color. Some belong here completely. Others touch several prisms at once. Together they reveal one angle of a life that has never fit neatly inside a single story.
By the time Indianapolis became my playground, Lighthouse Mission had become the place where I returned every night. It was where I slept, showered, kept my duffel bag and learned the peculiar choreography of living i...
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In the summer of 2006, everything I owned fit inside a duffel bag, and every night I slept with my head on top of it. I was staying at Lighthouse Mission in downtown Indianapolis with roughly two hundred other men. Ab...
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Return to the spectrum and choose another prism, or step into the complete archive and follow the stories wherever they lead.
