1. The Night I Wrote Backwards
I started writing with my left hand and kept the right for punctuation. The page slowly accepted the new rhythm.
A small corner of the internet for confessions, experiments with prose, and aesthetic thoughts. New pieces drop irregularly — this is where I untangle the noise.
I started writing with my left hand and kept the right for punctuation. The page slowly accepted the new rhythm.
An apology folded into the crease of a roadside map and left under the windshield wiper of a car that no longer belonged to me.
Notes about the habit of saving things you think you'll need — and why you never plant them.