Clare Sayas

Strategic communicator at Brew Media Relations, ENTJ. Don’t take anything written here seriously, as it’s for funsies. Say hi: @claresayas / about.me/claresayas


On rediscovering a series, and fully appreciating the sum with just one part


Shortened attention spans


stories from somewhere

fiction, from places in the past


This week, I got a Snapchat from a boy I dated in college. He was defecating in a museum in Europe. Picasso’s…


To be opened at a later date

A letter to no one/that one in particular


Dear XY,

They’ll ask me in ten, twenty, forty years what you were like…


Former lover Mad Libs ™ 

FUN FOR THE WHOLE JILTED FAMILY


INSTRUCTIONS: Can’t stop crying yourself to sleep because you’ve lost faith in the idea of romantic love? Do

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On writing prompts

Ten facts about my brother

on building forts and being old


My brother and I are almost seven years apart. And though I can remember being able to carry him and…


Call for posts: On moving to the Bay Area

A city and valley of ex-pats


Over wine and fries after a very long work week, a couple of friends and I recounted stories…


On sleep

In slumber, we trust (or don’t) — meditations on visiting the Sandman


I have three recurring nightmares:

  1. It is the middle of the…

Reflections on being alone

Or, a fascination with the myth of seclusion


I.

I remember a hot weekend in Glendale when the news said we couldn’t…


On Wishing You Could Turn Off the “Human” Switch

My back-and-forth relationship with humanity


The Tipping Point


Why I’m not a sister of the lyre

Or,being in a sorority for ten days


During a record-breaking Los Angeles heat wave in 2007, hundreds of 18 and 19 year old girls…


The sacred disease

Bearing witness to a fit


We have one boy in this class, and he is the smallest and the youngest. He is the runt of our diverse litter. Many of the…