“all you need…”; 101 freeway, los angeles (photographed by pan ellington). It didn’t occur to me, that it was possible it could happen again — I mean, I couldn’t imagine what the odds would be and math isn’t my strong suit, anyway. And, yes, there is no doubt in my mind that my life is fucking magic, … Continue reading bird with peter pan eyes.
I made the decision to go out that night on impulse. The weight of the year heavy on my shoulders, I craved release, someplace to funnel my anger, the rage and the sadness that pulsed through my body — remnants of my Father’s death, a Wendy’s recent flight, and the realization I was left to fight another … Continue reading the eighth of december.
There is a form of psychological warfare inflicted upon Facebook users by its Memories function, algorithm, however you’d like to categorize it — in that daily reminder to reflect back upon your life, five years ago today, two, whatever it is. The response elicited in the user (in this case, me) tends to function on a number … Continue reading an algorithm, a chaos fairy, & abject failure.