LoopedOnce, we were talking — I, animatedly and he with unusual reserve — when a smile played upon his lips, and I found myself floundering for…Jun 23, 2021Jun 23, 2021
West Coast PheromonesWhenever it’s a sunny day in San Francisco — not a common occurrence — my city comes into its typecasted Californian Bloom. The sun shines…Jun 21, 2021Jun 21, 2021
The Poetics of LoveWriting about love is so cliched, it borders on mundane doesn’t it?Apr 8, 2021Apr 8, 2021
On Being ResilientI have a scar on my hand that has two pale skin aberrations, distinctly round and pink. I’d like to think that I got it from something…Nov 13, 2020Nov 13, 2020
If You’re Going to San FranciscoOn Sunday, I stepped out for a stroll, and as I walked, I felt a sudden and overwhelming sense of hatred for San Francisco. I hated it. I…Oct 5, 2020Oct 5, 2020
Everybody’s Gotta LiveThe thing is, there is this ‘saying’ — don’t compare yourself to others. Even taking this with the spirt and nuance it is intended, let’s…Sep 30, 2020Sep 30, 2020
All Day I Dream About SnacksI was supposed to write every day I know, but I fell off the wagon. Things have been rough, and both motivation and discipline had been…Sep 21, 2020Sep 21, 2020
Deleting photographs —— off your phone doesn’t feel as satisfying as tearing them up and burning them. There is little catharsis from tapping the little trash…Sep 1, 2020Sep 1, 2020
Forever is Composed of Nows —Lately, as a practice in dispassion, I have been observing the patterns of my thoughts, as they come up. Not so easy, and you can’t nail…Aug 25, 2020Aug 25, 2020
