Places I’ll Never Know
Lights shine along Seattle’s hills, illuminating all the homes where everyone no one knows eats, sleeps, listens, and loves.
Salt and Undertakings
I would wear my long underwear for the rest of the day, feeling like a fur trapping Superman throughout econ, band, English, and calculus.
A Song Sadder Than It Used To Be
What could have been? What would have been, always debated. Again and again, the future and now, and tears, but only hers.
The Late Twenties
Self-exploration and discovery don’t stop at the end of the twenties or upon graduation or after getting married or ever.
The West
I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.
The Tinder Boys
They looked friendly enough. Cute, too, but that probably wouldn’t be the point. I had suffered through enough bad Tinder dates to abandon all hope of swiping my way into love.
Friends Like These
Success, money, fame, and even romance feel laughably conceptualized when placed against the visceral reality of friends singing along the highway and filling the car with farts.
Mary-Veronica
She isn’t actually Mary-Veronica. First she was Veronica, and then, after I gave her $140 but before she gave me her address, she became Mary.
andy and emily and markus and me
The apple tree shines, and someone puts on Springsteen before the fireworks start. New girlfriends, new jobs, new lives.
Playing Hot Potato with Kindness
I want selfless people to have blissful, perfect lives. When I argue with someone about selfishness—“it’s a virtue. The Golden Rule just makes betas feel better about not standing up for themselves”—I want to point to loving families and say, “See? This is possible. This is good,” but I can’t.
