I write about what it's like to be in this in-between space, to not have these things in common with my friends, and to be looking for more of a community and sense of belonging.

I believe in nature felt but never apprehended, I travel through and investigate multiple worlds from a perspective of being both whole and un-whole.

What’s my place, and how can I use my position to help imagine a better world with more humanity and love?

I felt very lucky and excited to be in college when I was there, but for some reason I also couldn’t help feeling slightly humiliated all the time.

Life is very beautiful. It's very tragic. It's very fucked up. But there are these little moments of ebullience.

...that’s how memory works. There are always addendums, always missing details, always mess and emotion and things you can’t recall until much later.