Memories bind to objects in similar ways we bind memories to our minds. There are stories bound to everything—expanding and contracting; rising and falling like invisible lungs. All those memories held in place, patiently… Continue reading
It took a year of saving, but today I fulfilled a dream of mine. This baby is all mine.
Here, you can be small. If you listen. Can you hear her? She speaks through Savary. To view the entire photo set on Flickr, click here.
Heads or tails? You win your thirteen seconds back! [waves hands in air mysteriously]
Some nights you’ll find me eating a pink grapefruit over the sink in the kitchen; the juices running down my chin as I ravenously quench my craving for vitamin C.