Dearest dabblers, inventors of color and space between the lines, my fellow hopeless optimists: I’m afraid I don’t have the time to love you anymore.

I refrain from writing here because I can’t control the whine my words convey. The whine is a sound I cannot abide, yet it persists. Originating in I can’t I can’t I don’t have time, time, time. Though the sound carries on through days and seasons, it never settles into an unnoticeable drone somewhere in […]

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I Want Wishes On The Moon To Be A Thing

Notice how clouds cozy up to the moon, making it seem simultaneously romantic, eerily gorgeous, and yes, magical. It’s just a rock. Cold and pitted, and not very attractive at all, really. And we’re people who remain tethered to Earth whiling away our time, inclined to romanticize just about anything for no good reason. Or […]

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Hello Again My Fellow Speaking Spirits, My Dearest Partners In Crime And Redemption: Personal Update, Opinionated Tidbits & A Tall Glass Of Water In Bullet Points

It could all be a lot worse–history proves just how bad the future could be. History reaches far beyond the internet. Even Google will tell you that. I never knew the privilege of lockdown 2020. I won’t hold a grudge, promise. I don’t believe the virus is a conspiracy or a hoax. The moon landing, […]

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