who i am:

once upon a time there was a very ordinary girl with a very extraordinary passion to see average people inspired to take freedom seriously. there are many freedoms this life guarantees: the freedom to dance, the freedom to think, the freedom to be honest, the freedom to explore many options, the freedom to connect and invest in people, the freedom to sing deliberately off-key.

how can i do this, she thought to herself. how can i share the life i've found?

easy.
just watch.

basic instructions:

you should probably grab or make a cup of coffee: maybe a macchiato before noon, a tall hazelnut drip-brew after. if you'd like, you can pop open the reading materials in a new window so that you can still play the perfect track listing while you savor every last drop.

what i collect: - see all 77

from NYT Modern Love: Dissassembling My Childhood, Dan Beachy-Quick 4 days ago

I told Hana that a new present from her grandfather would arrive in a few days, and she, being at the age where the idea of any gift or surprise is the finest thing in the world, began her anticipatory questions. "Is it here, Daddy?" she would ask me ad infinitum, until it...

Sonnet, Alice Oswald 1 week ago

I can't sleep in case a few things you saidno longer apply. The matter's endless,but definitions alter what's aheadand you and words are like a hare and tortoise.Aaaagh there's no description -- each a fractalsectioned by silences, we have our ownskins ...

Men at Forty, Donald Justice 2 weeks ago

Men at fortyLearn to close softlyThe doors to rooms they will not beComing back to.At rest on a stair landing,They feel itMoving beneath them now like the deck of a ship,Though the swell is gentle.And deep in mirrorsThey rediscoverThe face of the boy as he practices tyingH...

Born Today, Anselm Hollo 3 weeks ago

is to be one to the oneclosest to youwho shares the air& other elementsright there next to youtwo bodies wrapped in darknessamong millions of other bodieswrapped in darkness & smokewar bloodshed & chaos voices rising out of the dirtone to the one without whom onewo...

Lost Original, Anselm Hollo 3 weeks ago

Mr. K said in times of great crudityit is necessary to be subtleso please wrap around mewith awkward graceI may have suffered some Rilke damageor do I just have a little troublewith fantasy tripwireswhile engrossed in the sky's lexicon& hills like purple pachyderm...

Writing, Charles Bukowski Jun 27

often it is the onlythingbetween you andimpossibility.no drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it.

Carson McCullers, Charles Bukowski Jun 27

she died of alcoholismwrapped in a blanketon a deck chairon an oceansteamer.all her books ofterrified lonelinessall her books aboutthe crueltyof loveless lovewere all that was leftof heras the strolling vacationerdiscovered her bodynotified the captainand she was quickly d...