Who are you?

There’s a point in your life where you’d say I’m going through an existential crisis but when your everyday seems like a crisis, existential stops being a special word.


The Dear Adam Series – Letter 3

Hey Adam, I like my new apartment. I really do. It’s warm, small, the walls are beige and the bookshelf is the perfect height that my tiny self can reach. You made fun of my height all the time. Not that I ever minded, we fit pretty well together even though kissing me made your... Continue Reading →


Taking yourself out to a movie shouldn’t be that uncommon. I mean, you can show up late, or after the trailer, slouch, maybe even fart, and not share your popcorn. But societal cues dictate that the presence of another soul is necessary to enjoy a scene which by the way you’d watch with your eyes... Continue Reading →

The Parking Lot

“Seriously then, is there anything you like about me at all? How is this, us, supposed to ever work if you dislike the fundamental concept of me?” you said half yelling, half-anxious and I was perplexed. Your voice echoed through the empty, very hollow parking lot clear as a cloudless sky. “What could possibly make... Continue Reading →

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