It was the same connection, I was home for the first time in a decade.
I don’t remember your phone number, how tall you are, or anything about what you said then.
I let GPT untangle a Love Poem about Art
It happens to all of us, but is it you?
You’re at a party chatting with a group when it happens:
Slowly, person after person peels away from the circle to leave you alone with the…
“Why didn’t you text me back? Don’t you want this to work?”
After a night of debauchery at 2manydjs, I wandered or glided or floated home sweaty in dewy layers of normcore, my Puffy Recycled Down Ultra Light jacket rustling with every arm swing. I wore my favorite trousers I normally reserved for Mondays and Thursdays in the financial district. It was a show for…
