Was he Billy Pilgrim?

One morning, when our tea kettle could no longer whistle, we took our car out to Lanesboro, eyes still sticky with sleep, to an old diner, unfamiliar then, where a man sitting at the counter, face sun-spotted and forgotten, slumped over a cold cup of coffee, his body, seemingly immovable, turned towards us with movement […]

underwater photo of a starfish on the sand


I spent an entire year asking: how will I go on without you?

photo of a small bonfire on a beach


This is what the coloured glass dreams.

photo of a chef cooking in a kitchen

stay cation

let’s order chinese people around / tonight

photo of the back of a girl's neck as she holds up her hair


it’s a war thing.