i am operating in an alternate dimension, one in which i get up at 2 in the afternoon and spend my day drinking coffee, downloading icons to enhance my desktop, choosing a small corner of my room to sift through for treasures, and watching "forensic files" and dr. phil.

i am allowed to do this. it's summer. it's raining outside. i can be a very solitary person; there's nothing wrong with it. this is a time of discovery. my old lives, the ways i used to be, things i used to collect, things i used to enjoy -- i am finding them in the unexplored crevasses of my room. many of them will be auctioned off or given away or sold, but i will take pictures of them first. it is, after all, the idea of the thing that means more.

soon i will update my gallery.


FICTION
life support / bath revision / linear / to know / a house with rooms / vomit / sweet nothings / undercurrent / ocean hunger

POETRY
preference / dessert / humidity / produce reigns / citronella / hermit crabs