A Love Letter to Letraset
I swear I see the letters breathe.
I swear I see the letters breathe.
The longer I’m a blood donation regular, the more I appreciate the ritual of it.
“Baba, you can’t be doing that.”
Planning for the future has never been a strength of mine, nor has imagining a future for myself.
It engages with a central human issue—invisibility and erasure—on personal, familial, and systemic levels.
Did I do research for this? No. That sounds expensive.
“Sponsoring” is when you buy a lot of something from one brand, right?
How many times can we say “this isn’t who we are” before we realize that, unless something changes, yes, this is exactly who we are?
I’ll be different the next time I write here.
How am I still at Starbucks? Why did I even go to college? What am I even doing here?