Asheville — Inside a tiny gallery in Asheville, a Japanese artist makes teacups. They are grotesque and avant-garde, and I get right away that I won’t be able to make these after six weeks in Intermediate Pottery...
Boston — stay up late into the night talking about white sails over cheap wine. Ponder about why there is a gradient of blue that lightens as it hits the horizon, understand briefly that there is a scientific ...
Duluth — “Not since I was younger, maybe,” He conceded, with one corner of his mouth turned upwards. Wry. “Everything feels different when you’re younger. Like there’s some sort of invincible lightness in you ...
I never could give New York the chance it deserved.
Right place, right time
I know now that love and creation are the same thing
Domestication is some strange form of death and life
This is a poorly taken photo. But it is the only kind you take at a bar late at night.
When I grow older, marry me and
I wonder if beauty is proportional to regret, or lack thereof.
What if the lights in tunnels are morse code and someone is trying to tell us something important?
The whole room was shadows and red, and she was no exception.
"Have you ever flown?" I asked him. "Not really," he replied.
Take a moment to contemplate wholly separate lives of others, observed from a moving glass prison
Beach trips are the filler episode of life
The water always feels better when you sneak into it at night
Do you remember laughing deep from your soul?
It had rained for the past thirty days.