I wrote this long, manic post but I’ve decided not to share it. I just have this reservation about disclosing what I know, or what I think I know. But I will say this: Earth isn’t a prison, per se. It’s a game. And I think I’m starting to understand how to win it. And
Bruised from repeated trauma, blood leaks from broken blood vessels and collects in a pool until it turns everything black—colloquially this is known as ‘runner’s toenail.’ I discovered that I had one early this morning as I prepared to go for a run. Some runners consider it a badge of honor to get their first
A few songs that make me feel expansive and limitless, for some reason:
For the past 3-4 days I’ve been very depressed and it’s made me realize that I’ve never been depressed before. I don’t like it at all, and I’m ready for it to go away, already. Sure I’ve been consistently melancholic my entire life, but in a light and wistful sort of way. In an incredibly
Dear You, I don’t know who you are or when I’ll meet you but I’m getting better at discerning who isn’t you. The imposters are like little mice looking for cheese and I have to wrestle with myself so hard to accept that they aren’t anything different. They always end up the same: onlookers at
In honor of receiving the more benign effects of Hurricane Delta, a playlist of ambient songs like the calm after a wild and violent storm.
For the past week I’ve been trying to write a short essay on the female gaze. So naturally I read the essay where the phrase ‘male gaze’ was coined. But i in all my reading and research on a female equivalent, I found no real definition of or belief in a feminine gaze, as it
Dear You, I’ve become something like an ancient Egyptian and this is my Book of the Dead. Everything I do now is for the afterlife. I’ve given up hope that I’ll ever be recognized, appreciated or regarded in this life (and I’m officially too lazy to continue striving for such). That may sound sad or
Introducing an ongoing collection of the most streamed songs heard in The Woork Studio.