Plans for Future Disasters

“We might be broke, but we’re happy,” Carlos says..."And we’re happy because we enjoy ourselves in the moment. You’re broke and depressed.”


black and white image of a dried seastar with five arms against a black background


It’s less a breaking than it is a detaching. The way they lose their arms, the way they save themselves, is by going soft.

aerial view of people walking on cross pedestrian lane

Real Needs

I was in love with him, I told myself, and he had proven himself to be completely unknowable.

a sunset in a cityscape of Myanmar. the cityscape is silhouetted in the foreground with the sun setting in a bright orange sky in the background

Everything We Couldn’t Be

As the sun fell toward the horizon, I lifted my sunglasses over my head. It turned out that the earth wasn’t a volcanic red. It was a dull, pastel color. I lowered my shades again. I much preferred it that way. 

a pair of hands of someone standing indoors holds coins

The Slippage

Dying seems the least likely explanation, at first.

a lone guava covered in water droplets rest between leaves on a guava tree

A Grove of Guava Trees

I had hoped to feel some sense of her spirit, her presence— but there was nothing there.

a set of white lights out of focus against a grayish background, giving the effect of luminous circles

My Year of Light

Need I remind you of the properties of light? The way that it indiscriminately fills up any space that allows it in; how it does not hold back or intimidate; how it is simultaneously pragmatic and holy?