You Quit This Winter Past
a return to writing about cigarettes, but not smoking them, Death Cab For Cutie and the quiet beauty of impermanence.
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My Hearts aflame
My body hurts, only it’s not my body.
Walking in the silence and Cicadas
We lost Dolly Parton today, although it will no longer be today when you read this.
Got What You Need
I wrote a zine for a video game about a non-existent future where music saves the world, and it consumed me.
Pray for a true peace in space
I had no words for myself in the late 1980s when I obsessed over Metroid in the basement, only ideas. Desires that questioned the body, how it might be broken down and rebuilt into something better, even when I was so young.