Call it "life," call it "fatigue," call it "being submerged by the contingencies of birth, gender, location, family, and existential dread to the point of a very shallow breathing" but I have not… להמשיך לקרוא
As an annoying car is running its annoying engine outside a window that isn't mine since I'm not home I finish writing about a horrible/beautiful poem about war, as has been my habit,… להמשיך לקרוא
A lot can be said about living in a shitty place in a shitty time, but one thing it does bring up every once in a while is a deep sense of gratitude.… להמשיך לקרוא
