Updated: Sep 10, 2023
I fill
I write
Trying my best to make sense of the avalanche of potential nothings in front of me.
I sit and watch
Taking and never giving.
I build a world grown from stolen moments, overheard whispers, and private glances.
Your world is not your own
As I sit and watch.
I used to love reading the NYC Craigslist Missed Connections. I am an anthropologist after all. I love that these blurbs of a moment are the beginnings of a story. You were wearing black cut off's and
On a day like today A point in the cycle Balance of light and dark A moment of reflection For gratitude and gathering My existence feels unfair A stark reminder control is an illusion There is no karm
Sometimes consistency doesn't work. We forget that the routines we build are arbitrary and abstract. I've spent months on end working out every morning, engaging in hobbies, putting away the laundry.