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.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.

my artist website is here.

Feb 22, 2011

mourning good morning

and last night, that big ol' yellow moon. did you see it? it infected me. made me feel less alone than i have in weeks.

it's amazing how specific life is sometimes. how specific and how tragic. as i drove home last night i realized (again) that there is no right answer, no wrong answer, just was IS. the world was destroyed and all the bits of it hang in the air. nothing has landed. just trash in space. i float. i collide.

i am listening to Lykke Li's new album this morning.

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