A summer homecoming

Junk collage summer and lessons in surrender

RIP, coffee. We're breaking up, but somehow I'm still functioning.

Critical thinking might be the only thing that matters in an automated world

Summers start with a little heartbreak

Stress can kill you. All the ways our body sends signals.

Art matters, but nobody wants to fund it.

Niches are for algorithms. Writing whatever you want is just human.

A disconnected walk. April’s a trickster. Life, in fragments.