Writing

joan didion

I read this and it obliterated anything I had in mind to express today. Read this instead. I was in this airport only once, on a plane to Bogotá that stopped for an hour to refuel, but the way it looked that morning remained superimposed on everything I saw until the day I finished A Book […]

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Alter Ego

Confrontations with parts of myself I haven’t figured out yet, aspects of my personality and motivations I avoid, often get acknowledged through poetry. Having never been a big fan of most prose, this has come as quite a surprise–but I’m going to go with it. Even if I have no idea what I’m doing.

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