Ponderings.
6/30/25
I need a new bra pretty badly, the one I’m wearing now is so uncomfortable. The itchy lace feels bad, and doesn’t really look that great anyway. The band squeezes my skin, and leaves red marks that itch terribly. The wires beneath my breasts dig into me, and the ends lovingly pop out and poke my ribs. It feels kind of like the love of a man who doesn’t really love you. His touch is false, forced, and sad. It’s not meant to be there, but it is. He doesn’t want to enjoy you, because there’s no joy to be had.
10/7/25
Never meet your heroes.
Sometimes people will ask me if I’ve ever met any of the graffiti artists I take photos of… (well, photos of their work). I guess in a way these are pictures of them too, but I digress.
“The people you come to love, you know nothing about them, but you see them everywhere— and when you do meet them it’s a letdown.” -Twist, on graffiti and meeting those who write it. San Francisco.
10/9/25
Your smile
An image stuck with me
Burned into my skull
A broken heart I bleed
Say that it’s so simple
But for me I know it’s not
It seems I did forget
Memories I love so much.
Your breath
Thinner than dry ice
A voice I can
Remember for my life.
-Train Breaks Down, "Pillbug"
10/30/25
Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what to do. Everything seems to fall under, and seep into the cracks. Everything I try, just goes down with everything else. I wish it was warmer, and more secure out here. I wish things were different and I didn’t have to deal with the things that I do. If only it could be something else.