Sentimental Value
From the solace of our home, I got to reconfigure my relationship with my hometown and with my family.
Something With Tears
The gym is not cheap, yet it delivers your endorphins with such convenience and style that it feels excusable.
Shared Blips
I collect these moments, these small intimacies with strangers, shoring up an evidence base of my own existence and its overlap with others’.
Worst Instincts
I feel the in-person lived reality of the bystander effect, to which I’ve always told myself I would be the exception.
Silence on Yr Wyddfa
A perfect amount of quiet time, for reconnection and reflection…except that my thoughts were absolute nonsense.
Contra Time-Space Compression
I’m obsessed with the context that traveling by land brings to my destination, in a similar way that visiting a friend in their hometown is such a joy.
How to Be an Amateur
You should be doing something for pleasure, and you should be kind of bad at it.
The Church We Build
As someone drawn to haphazardness in my organized religion, I was charmed.
A Road Trip Podcast Cure for the Winter Blues
When Scott, Drew, Rosi, and Jane finally arrive at the finish line, I felt as if I’d completed something of significance myself.
Vive la Libération
I somehow want to “succeed” in my social interactions. Oldest daughter syndrome claims another victim.
Song of myself featuring charli xcx
Contrarianism is in a way innately consumptive—you take something in, and you become the opposite of it.
Spectral Tourism
I felt as if I’d come unmoored from reality, these quiet paths and dark woods so different from the bustling and meticulously-planned city streets upon which I lived my life.
Flavors of a Post-Film Fog
Punchy and riotous on first taste, it leaves a surprising and persistent note of ontological questioning.
This Dry Homemade Tofurkey is Sacred
I can join the response to “Le seigneur soit avec toi” with “et avec votre esprit.”
