The flowers on my desk have been suffering, torn from their life-giving stems, made to wilt on the long journey here, unable to care for themselves when cut from their mothers. The cavalry of human hands caressing their petals, stealing them from their homes, appalls me and fascinates me – for I, too, crave their […]
There’s so much I don’t know, like how to be still, how to let hair grow. I get called sweet too much, but I recall the accusations – detached, depressed, lonely, unwilling or hard to love. I’ve let that affect me. Is there any way not to?
After having Photoshop on my computer for three years or so, I finally decided to play with it. It’s one of my new favorite ways to waste time.