One of my earliest memories has no image attached to it. I’m not sure if I was dreaming or otherwise, but there is no visual, just sound. I was hearing the voices of people from my life at that time, swirling around and around me, picking up speed and then dropping it drastically. They were […]
Category: Confessional
I’m still dreaming about those white capris from the 6th grade
This is a really embarrassing thing for me bring up. I like to think of myself as down-to-earth and not materialistic. I don’t like consumerism as a phenomenon, I don’t like to produce waste, and I want to use my privilege to help others, not to buy shit and be wealthy. So I’ve always been […]
Tics (not the bugs)
I was about eight years old when I learned how to crack my knuckles. I was laying in my friend’s bed during a sleepover and I heard this popping noise. “What is that?” I asked her. “I’m cracking my knuckles” “Oh cool, I’ve always wanted to know how to do that!” “No, I’m not going […]
Forgetfulness and Rememberfulness
I talk to myself. A lot. I know, everyone kind of does and no one talks about it (why is that??). But I sometimes feel like the way I do it is slightly different than the majority of people. Tell me if I’m wrong. It usually starts with the same exchange : “Hi Sara.” “Hi.” […]
