Lately I’ve been dreaming of old friends.
They’ve been haunting my nights largely because of this edition of VL, which is built around the idea of family. It’s gotten me ruminating on how my relationships with family and friends have changed with time, and how the boundaries between the two can be slippery.
Back in my 20s, my friends felt like family. We lived together. We worked together. We spent most of our spare time together climbing or training or hanging out (usually playing endless – and ruthless – games of Shithead). We had our own little quirks and traditions, nicknames,
