I went to the east coast for love. Love is an interesting beast. A moving force, like weather. It carried me east, like a strong river. Time and space are movable in the face of love, place is malleable, futures become weighted with sentimentality. Everyone everywhere is having babies. I don’t want to have a … Continue reading love, weather, home.
I flew across the country. All of a sudden. Tickets were cheap. Not cheap, but a fathomable amount. Only two months rent, but then, my rent is next to nothing. Symbolic, like the “yard and porch” chore on the chore wheel. And I didn’t buy the tickets, my sugar daddy did. She was sitting on … Continue reading a middle class christmas diorama and the pot brownies that eventually undid everything