The world filtered through my mind. Then across the space between me and you
Just here making an earnest attempt at being a writer
โthe point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself.โ (anne carson)
a cultural confessional, a kvetch sesh, and a manifesto on the relationship between aesthetics, economies, and individuals
micro essays on creativity, friendship, early adulthood, and other abstractions + poems + a song. nearly every saturday.
an irregular bulletin of the daily eating habits of different people
a cultural round up of what I am reading, writing and listening to, with a healthy dose of disability justice. One essay a month is free, if you'd like to recieve weekly letters, choose a paid subscription