I Can’t Live With or Without Cars
I felt like I could drive literally anywhere in the world. And I loved that feeling. And I hated that I loved it.
I felt like I could drive literally anywhere in the world. And I loved that feeling. And I hated that I loved it.
You stood as still as you could in the yard, pretending to be a bird feeder in the hope that somebody might land on you.
I am too young to be having a midlife crisis and too old for a quarter-life one.
These artists don’t shy away from the ugly stuff of life.
“Could you enhance this image” on your 1990s camcorder? Sure.
There were pandemic quarantines; were it up to her, they would have never ended.
It almost feels incompatibly bourgeois.
I don’t think I let myself experience the magic of an unspoiled narrative.
Looking for my first job, it felt like Indeed was saying to me, “YOU ARE A TOY.”
The more I think about it, the more memories I recall.