In this chapter of unemployment, as long or short as it may be, I hope to take a second to breathe, but I also don’t want to let myself slip away.
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summer at the chateau
Day one at the Chateau Marmont. After breakfast, we see Kanye in the lounge. Notable. It’s Thursday morning by the pool. The lemon tree is full of fruit and striped towels are stacked high and restocked before they’re half gone. It’s quiet aside from the Sunset Boulevard traffic behind me. I take a photo of… Continue reading summer at the chateau
janet planet
I saw Janet Planet on Monday, July 1, 2024 at San Diego’s Fashion Valley Mall with Luke and our friend, Jo. More specifically, at 7:20pm. The three of us, alone in the theater, had only a vague idea of what we were in for. “It’s about a girl and her mom,” Luke explained. That could… Continue reading janet planet
the boys’ room
Sunday afternoon in The Boys Room, named after those who occupied it when my family drove down to stay with my grandparents for the weekend. Today, it’s uninhabited, and I’m here to help Grandma put the clean bedsheets back on.
don’t slip away
It’s been a hard time creatively, and I’m curious if the well is dry or I just haven’t taken the time to venture into the woods, stumble around a bit, lean into the pit, and take a look at whatever moss-covered animals are down there. I've felt overgrown, constantly longing to connect to the person… Continue reading don’t slip away
when the world felt small
Gwen runs along the concrete ramp. The desert sun beats down on her ponytails and heats up her neck as she continues to race out onto the asphalt. Second graders scatter themselves amongst bright red climbing equipment, rusty swings, and piles of tangled jump ropes. Gwen knows exactly where she’s going. She stands in line… Continue reading when the world felt small
pens and pencils
I haven’t written with a pencil in a while, and I forgot about the way the dulling of the point changes the visual of the handwriting. I used pencils until college. In kindergarten, I used the fat, yellow Ticonderoga #2 pencils. Perfect for little hands to learn to grip as I traced dotted letters. When… Continue reading pens and pencils
we will all make it happen in the end
There's an over-caffeinated person eating a chocolate Moon Pie in the corner of the Artifact dining space. She's submitted an application for a remote Social Media Manager position to a furniture company based in Detroit. There's tension and stress and she has thirty minutes before her current location is closed for the evening. It took… Continue reading we will all make it happen in the end
what are you doing the rest of your life?
What are you doing the rest of your life? How does one become a curator or ceiling designer? How do we pick space to occupy that we can walk into with daily satisfaction? How can we alter our trajectory when we are unfulfilled with our current state? How does the concept of a beautiful design make me want to blissfully cry?
field of sweetgrass
There’s an overgrown field of sweetgrass behind Georgia’s childhood home. When it gets cold out, the sweetgrass dries and rough leaves make small cuts on young fingers. Georgia used to go out at dusk and hold a piece under her nose, inhaling as much as she could before her lungs were filled to the brim.… Continue reading field of sweetgrass
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