• 2012

    Blood, Björk, and Brainwashing: 25 May 2012

    Cooling down in Café Nero, it’s hot hot hot! I had a massive headache and needed coffee. Today I bought three books at a cheap bookshop and over-the-knee, black, opaque socks because I am getting blisters on my feet from…

  • 2012

    disappointment: 15 May 2012

    disappointment, going back to America as degeneration, loneliness?, maybe not, coffee and cigarettes, wine and cheese and chocolate, annoyed with Moe’s lack of social perception, disbelief at how people are horrible at perceiving others’ feelings and emotions, long nails, long…

  • 2012

    dim lamplight and a darkening sky: 12 January 2012

    Cheese, hand warmers, eye contact and shy smiles, vibrant hair, perceptions of beauty, eye makeup, television shows, a thick luster, jewelry, running, feeling so good after running, shopping for birthday gifts, getting mail, not feeling anxious for a really long…

  • 2011

    Good vibrations: 10 November 2011

    Good vibrations: black-tipped nails, sweatshirts over dresses, almost finishing a book and starting another, secret uninhabited parts of London that aren’t touristy, cloudy gray mornings with coffee and thick socks and braided hair and alone, wearing the same clothes over…

  • 2011

    THINGS: 28 October 2011

    THINGS: walking for hours under a hooded sky, upon damp cobblestones, learning, adapting, doubt, nervousness, always finding something to worry about, beautiful histories not my own, desire, satisfaction, wandering, appearances as deceptive, memories, the future as impossible to perceive, snacking,…

  • 2015

    Dim lights and jazz music: 01 de abril de 2015

    Dim lights and jazz music. Today I wanted to be a hippie, a reporter, Buddha; a person with perfect calm confidence and no doubt. You are a person of talent. You, you have got something special. I feel pressured to…

  • 2015

    Otra lista de vibras: 10 de febrero de 2015

    Other people’s wrong assumptions, the silence boredom brings, vibes of safety and security sprouting from my mother’s written words, tobacco in a soggy pouch under my upper lip, cool air after the rain, water collected in the ashtrays on the…

  • 2015

    Sitting on the patio alone: 28 de enero de 2015

    Sitting on the patio alone in the shade with a lukewarm coffee. Today is sunny but there’s a luxurious cool breeze rustling the hair on my arms and whisking away any negative thoughts that flicker into being. Such as the…