Writing

Breathe in deeply and breathe out. You have now begun this ritual. Look around you, be aware of your location, which direction you’re facing (consult a compass or the sky), what position your body is in, its condition, sensations, what the weather is like, what living beings surround you — take notes on all of… Read more: PATH OF REUNIFICATION

Dear Ms. Miller, Meeting like this, where you speak and I don’t respond, then I speak and you don’t respond… we become well acquainted—simply through word, simply through silence.  It’s strange still; I’d prefer to just have met you in person. Though, whatever this is brings me joy, so who’s to say? ❧ ❧ ❧… Read more: Fragments to Vassar Miller

Every once in a while, YouTube will suggest a strange new video that is so far down my alley it scares me. Its monstrous algorithm aside, as soon as I tapped on the animated short “dead end,” whose thumbnail depicted a bandaged bloody hand, I fell immediately down Victoria Vincent’s penciled-in rabbit hole, or as… Read more: A Love Note to Doomers (An Analysis of Vewn)

Since I graduated my summer days have become indistinguishable. I spend them lackadaisically: looking half-heartedly for a job, checking off another must-read from the interminable list, struggling to cull meaning out of the squiggles of Arabic, watching the news as the world kamikazes into itself, and then ending the day with an hour of Seinfeld—a… Read more: Here Lays a House