Sorry I Stared at Your Pillow This Whole Flight
Maybe she actually loathes the pillow because it has come to symbolize her cold, loveless marriage—what sort of husband gives his wife a neck pillow?
I Would Walk 150 Miles
Sleepy but knowing I had a mission, I quietly slipped out the door and down to the water.
By Any Other Name
The ability to claim an otherwise unrealized identity—that is an incredible power.
Temporary State of Mind
Temporary is the only kind of time there is.
The Promise is Not Vain
There’s a lot of delicate ground around when one is something “enough” to take up the rainbow.
Annaka Koster (1996 – )
More likely, though, her inevitable termination was brought on by her unending affection for sugary beverages, which she does not regret.
An Entrance to the Words
My mind has been absorbed with the things of the screen, always in the presence of, well, what feels like everything.
A Theology of Doomscrolling
Twitter is a cruel place where blatant vengeance rather than restoration is the norm for public sins.
Day 345: April 23, 2022
The fun thing about being forgetful is that it’s hard to quantify just how much more you remember.
Decisions, Decisions
The idea of making the wrong choice is pretty much unbearable.
