The Weight of a Glance
I usually find these encounters uncomfortable. There is a tendency to romanticize the vulnerability of others, to turn a life lived on the margins into a convenient aesthetic for our own consumption. My first instinct is always to question…
The Weight of a Quiet Room
Dear stranger, I have been sitting here watching the dust motes dance in the afternoon sun, wondering if you ever feel the heavy pull of a life lived mostly in your own head. We spend so much time curating the versions of ourselves that we…
This Is Where I Want to Be
Sometimes I wonder if there is more to it, more beyond; or maybe it is just this that I have now and have to conform with it. However, I really can get enough. I have to keep trying to reach the limit; but really! Is there a limit? I want to believe there isn't, that way I can keep trying and reaching for more and more, and be like the bird that flies high in the sky and travel the world.