Bubble-bubble-hiss, goes the machine. I wish, deep down in my heart, for the machine to work faster. I wish, deep down in my heart, it wasn’t so dark outside. Somewhere in the time of college, my father gave me a … Continue reading
Two weeks into Philly-living, I’m editing. The desk slams into a window overlooking the alley. It’d been cloudy most days, and this was the first day where I felt like I did a good job of layering my clothes. I’d … Continue reading
For some reason, my head feels tightly wound. I should feel more settled than I do. It’s been a month. I should feel more ‘at home’ after a month of living on the East Coast. Or should I? I don’t … Continue reading