Central London, UK
London, England "the truth is like poetry and most people fucking hate poetry."
London, England two colors, so many textures
The tears my mother cries as she washes dishes after dinner Vaughn Williams on the stereo The way my brother leans all of his weight into me when we hug The promise my father keeps, “call me if you need anything” The wedding, the divorce, the remarried women, the man she remarried Women who make [...]
There is no word for what it feels like to wake up on an island, but there should. I rested my head on Meg's shoulder, mouth-breathing and warm. The ferry's windows mocked us with their stiffness and immobility. I just wanted a breeze. I just wanted some relief from the feverish pink that doused my [...]
January 16th, 2019 I slept for 2 hours last night. I am absolutely exhausted. I tried to stay up all day so maybe I could sleep well tonight. This morning Meghan and I walked to a restaurant called Pimm's for a free breakfast sponsored by the university. I had a croissant and a cappuccino. After [...]
January 15th, 2019 I woke up at 4 a.m. and looked photo albums Denise left on the desk beside my bed. At 6:30, I heard Denise fumbling with the cappuccino machine in the kitchen. I ate a croissant with my coffee just like she said. At 8:00, Denise's driver, a man of roughly forty named [...]
January 13th, 2019: 1: 55 p.m. I am in the JFK airport. It is 1:55 p.m. and my flight doesn't leave until 7:46. I started a low dose of anti-depressants this week. I just split a pill in half using the pill splitter my mom gave me. The more I remind myself of reality, the more [...]