turning

I’m in an office, cement floors and recycled air and the ever-present hum of something toiling away behind the pockmarked ceiling panels. My bones are restless. To my right there is a window that doesn’t open. Beyond it, the top of a small tree. Small compared to the giant evergreens rooted in the forest not... Continue Reading →

(dis)connected

A couple of years ago I decided to curate my Instagram feed. That's what they call it - curating . As thought it were a collection of ancient and priceless paintings gathering dust in a museum somewhere rather than a group of ashwagandha-pushing influencers and people I used to go to high school with. It... Continue Reading →

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