Dunes

a song is muffled underthe weightof thousands of tons of sandunder the weightrocks breakand on the limestone, I laylistening to the night You cannot see your handsbefore you, but they are orange.stained from the dustthat coats the wild dog’s fur. you, small and skinny,misplaced your desert lover:vulpine and wily you found your wayhalfway across the…

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Turning the Decade

The last few days of the decade are nigh, and I just realized I haven’t made a single post here since January. How can a whole year have gone by since I heard the Strokes and made a post about it? It’s easy for me, as a creator, to look back and feel lost in…

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Oblivius: A Gallery

There exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It’s all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you’ve woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new– it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over…

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Confessions of A Troubled Writer

Hello. It’s been a while. Quite a while, actually. As per the title, welcome to my confession-session about being smacked in the face brutally hard with some good ol’ writer’s block. This is a surprising occurrence as I was certain all my new and exciting experiences abroad would surely open up the creative gates to…

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