Since when Did my life become reduced to glass computer screens and shiny cellphone sheens; Did a daily stroll outside become a daily scroll online, And my greatest desires hidden under dusty books and piles of clothes? Since when did I look to numbers for gratification Instead of words, And since when did I picture… Continue reading My Dormant Self
‘Hebrew breaker’ and reality star Asaf Goren releases first album, Rachel
I met with Asaf Goren in the apartment of his friend Guy, whose couch he used to sleep on, to discuss the release of his first album, Rachel.
Drink Paraphernalia
Gather us all on this festive occasion to consume the ingredients of the celebration. Family, supper, moonlight, spirits; daggers, demons, desolation. Soon as the caps come off of their flasks, ghosts emerge to fulfill their tasks. Heartbreak, horror, hopelessness, all drown beneath delighted masks. The smell of revelry, nauseates from each breath whose… Continue reading Drink Paraphernalia
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Oh, what a tease is He! Who dangles the prospect of love in front of your nose and swipes it out from under you in a movement so swift, like a thief of the night.
Let’s Talk About Read Receipts
Ah, read receipts—the virtual signifiers of acknowledgement we love to hate. (And for the peasants who have no idea what I’m talking about, feel free to take your inferior posteriors off this page.) Read receipts have a bad reputation for making people feel ignored and insignificant. And for those of us who have been “left… Continue reading Let’s Talk About Read Receipts
Bubbles Were Meant to be Popped
I wasn't planning on talking about this at all today (stay tuned for my next post about read receipts), but a conversation with a foreigner I met recently really got me thinking about my identity as a Los Angeles native. My new friend's words were, more or less, the following: "I've noticed that the people… Continue reading Bubbles Were Meant to be Popped
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