Fall is an interesting word. It is the season where leaves die, slowly, dangling onto a dying branch with all the power a plant could muster, only to be blown to the ground by the wind, indifferently. The leaves are struggling, constantly repeating the same cycle over and over again. They grow to their hearts […]Read more "i want to be a cloud"
Some notes from a day of corporate citizenship at a community center in Hudson Yards — The train smells like shit. The car I was in was split in half between two sections. On one side, there was a homeless man with an entire shopping cart filled with his belongings. He also carried an Ikea […]Read more "finding holden in hudson yard"
Nine thoughts before 9 a.m. 1 The cold draught from the open window steadily grazes my feet as I adjust my sleeping position. I take a deep breath of colonial air, only to realize that the uncapped red wine beside my bedframe had dominated the scentscape. I come to a full state of attentiveness a […]Read more "i want to sleep but i can’t"