Month March 2020
I think of Frank Ocean way too much. I don’t even listen to him as frequently as I think of him, trying to understand why I think of him so much… What am I trying to understand? What is his… Continue Reading →
The infinite stitch is what I call that stitch on the tail of a new coat that you’re supposed to remove. That stitch is there to protect the tail until the coat has found its owner who, with as few… Continue Reading →
I really felt like going to the Club and was feeling happy and confident in my own skin, which is why I decided to wear my normal everyday clothes – black and almost-gender neutral, as opposed to my feminine yellow… Continue Reading →
The cruelest month is December because it gets me completely out of sync with the world. The buzz and festive cheer interfere with my need to hibernate and go quiet; reality splits itself and I get trapped in a parallel… Continue Reading →