An index of thoughts, left as they were.

  • A brief stillness

    On holding something irreversible. The first time I shot a gun, it wasn’t a small one. It was an M95 — heavy, black, unmistakably military. The kind of weapon whose…

  • Notes from the 07:07

    A note on space, age, and consideration. I take the bus twice a day, often enough that it has stopped feeling like a means of transportation and started behaving like…

  • Accumulation

    A small moment I didn’t think about until I did. I brushed my hair for the first time in a while and only noticed afterward.The brush was heavy with it…

  • Exposed

    Inspired by the quiet tension in Sofia Isella’s work, and by the quiet predictability of certain men. You stink of lotion and stale bravado,thumb hovering like a coward over “incognito,”pretending…

  • a first entry

    There are days where nothing particulary remarkable happens, and yet everything feels faintly annotated.The light through the window lingers longer than expected. A song ends too soon. Coffee cools untouched…