Humanity

21 August 2018 Yeah, I’m aware of the fact that my eyes often ache after so many hours of flitting across a computer screen. God—I cry at the notion of my blood thickening to oil, my lungs guarded from luminous night breezes. It is not sunlight that wakes me from subconscious convolutions, but radio waves.… Read the full article

Hands

11 June 2017 Sometimes I glance over my hands, and marvel at their purity. How unearthly it is that in a few decades from now, my skin might be crevassed in ripples and folds, my color deepening. Bones growing light and spindly, unfit to be prodded by pen ink tattoos. That the slender ridges of… Read the full article