This week, while cleaning out the endless mess that is my Notes app, I came across a bucket list I made in April 2022. Buried under a miscellaneous assortment of song ideas, grocery lists, and other random thoughts, this note felt like a fossil of some kind. Even though only two years had passed, the ...
On March 9, exactly seven months ago as I started writing this, I opened a Google Doc, titled it “post- lifestyle article (IK),” and began writing something which came to be called “Notes on the Possibility of Home.” The piece walked through ideas I’d collected on what it means to fit into ...
“…and once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.”―Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
My dog likes to take me for walks around the areas familiar to us. He pulls me through night-covered forests and faintly-lit suburban sidewalks on paths of all kinds—spirals, ovals, rings—but never allows me to turn around. If I do, he stops, protesting and refusing until I face forward again. He ...
My head fits into the groove between my mother’s shoulder and neck as though I was born out of her collarbone, and I often wonder how where I come from decides where I go. I am shaped so strongly by the spaces to which I belong—places are sculptors, and I am their stone to chisel— and yet, I struggle ...
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