Between the Jes I think I know and that other Jes, the inexhaustible Jes, the one who slips briefly into view whenever she offers an unexpected comment, a laugh out of place, a sideways glance.
Light, after all, functions as both a particle and a wave.
what if status updates become souls.
Oh forget it, I’ll just buy everything online.
It’s a little weird that I, of all people, feel nervous being watched. Being watched is literally my job.
Alas, I know my life is difficult, even torturous.
I get why a customer might need to believe I am serious and resolute in my work and not somebody who has the Wikipedia page for Pokémon open on another browser.
I’ll forgive you for ignoring all of this if you just answer your emails.
I’m trying to lean into the messiness, letting myself engage grief in the middle ground.
