Sandwiches

No, I don’t mind making the sandwiches for the picnic—it’s strangely satisfying to slice the cheddar for your Ploughman’s using the same knife … More

Diary Entries – 11/52

Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took … More

1 I fill the void with three liters of cheap white wine and morph into a monster in a mini … More

I saw a Picasso painting and it fucked me up because it wasn’t oil on canvas, it was a mirror. … More

1. I am standing on an upturned bin looking through the little barred window into the room that I was … More

1. I am a letter. I have been sliced open and arranged with all the others. Important / ignored / … More

1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More

It was a sad thing to discover that the sensation of your lit cigarette burying its hot head in the pale crook of … More

You see things and hear things that “aren’t real” [apparently, according to everybody else but it’s all real to you] … More

1. The problem with a blood pact is that you can’t take it back. 2. It looked like the scene … More