But of course, however many months later, I was right back in. Imagining fish, sharks, squids and crabs. Imagining myself being swept out to sea. Imagining every possible horrific thing that could happen to me there, in that mystical place where my feet no longer touched sand. … Read More The Pacific
That’s the other thing about belonging to multiple places. The ink of each map bleeds onto the other. … Read More Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Put heaping spoon of flour in tea just now. Am considering ramifications of filling both glass containers with sugar to make sure this never happens again. … Read More Log: Friday, 5.12.17, 1:49pm
Actual photograph of me every morning … Read More Mornings: a self portrait
How do I keep getting so doggone TAN?… Read More Things I’d Rather Worry About
A free-write list of things of late. … Read More I write you letters.