Scribbled in small, faux-leather notebooks, with chemically yellowed pages that deceive the appearance of age, small charts, single words, or entire pages of hate and poetry follow each other in an increasingly common flip-through to find an unused space. I’ve been writing in these…

I’m so in love with capitalism. I’ll paraphrase a friend: “It woke me from my fog of separation and forced me to accept the ruthless nature of a perfect world. It shook the dust from my mind like a drunken husband having a heart attack. Life couldn’t be more grateful.” It has made me…

Emotion has been a struggle for me as long as I can remember. I’ve never understood it, that complex set of reactions that other people seem to embrace and share. From my earliest life, I’ve fought to hide my emotions. To me, they’ve always seemed like they revealed too much about me. I…