my favorite sight, above all others entirely, is a man sleeping. still, brow relaxed, dreaming unknown things all the while, and just so slightly, just so faint and mild- the hint of a small and boyish smile.
beautiful.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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