People ask me questions, such as, “How are you?” I would reply with “I’m chilling” because I do not know what else to say. To me, the act of “chilling” acts a colloquial placeholder for existing. I know I am existing, but I don’t know much beyond that. Because I do not want to reflect […]Read more "ask me no questions"
The first restaurant that I had gone to when I returned to the main line was Sabrina’s at Wynnewood Shopping Center. I was getting brunch with a friend I haven’t seen in six months, and when we had went for brunch once in the past, it had been at the Sabrina’s at Wynnewood Shopping Center. […]Read more "where home is"
My thesis adviser asked me, “What is the motivation for people to read?” I did not think very long. “Catharsis,” I replied. “People want to feel better. Or, I guess with happier books, some people want escape their current reality.” I spoke as if it were truth. I never quite understood why some writers would […]Read more "therapy writing"
It’s raining. It’s raining again. Has it always been raining? cooler than ever Napalm Skies Alas, Steps into the Night In Search of Lost Waiting for Somebody Else closing sentiments Passive Love miss u, bby girl step away, run awayRead more "it’s raining"
I arrived at Newark airport. The air is tepid. The weather has changed since I have been here last in December. Surprise. Either way, I found the warm air to be a bit discomforting. I, in general, do not like warm weather. I find summer, however, to be tolerable. It is just the lukewarm weather […]Read more "a tepid return"
The first meal that I had had went I arrived at London had been a bacon sandwich from the Costa Coffee next to Euston Station. It was, quite literally, a slice of bacon between two pieces of buttery bread. That was the first time that I had been proverbially pissed on. I learned from my […]Read more "a semester between two costas"
I spent my last full day in the UK, appropriately, hiking the Seven Sisters trail from Seaford to Eastborne. It was quite a risk. I had run out of cellular data on my phone, and my flight had been the next day back in London Heathrow. But, this had been a trail that I had […]Read more "the seven sisters"