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every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief

It’s interesting, as a sorta-kinda-writer-type-person, how much travel accidentally hones your observational skills. aside from the obvious, just like, paying more attention to what’s around you, because it’s new and interesting. I’m a massively insecure person with a shit-ton of … Continue reading

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Seattle: things and stuff

God, I just want to relax. It’s been 88 days since I had my own space, though even that, it’s been many years since that tiny bedroom in a town I hate felt like my own. ¬†And it’s been 388 … Continue reading

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Day 53: Boston / How to Take Up Space

how to take up space (a letter to myself) sketch yourself a silhouette, slick and two-dimensional, ink black and slippery-small, meant for shadows and corners. step inside, curling your fingers and your toes, let it snap you up, wrap you … Continue reading

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