I feel it necessary to make records. In my work, I talk about everyday experiences, imaginary scenarios, dramas and traumas, and fall back and forth into fiction and tangible spaces. Thanks for reading and looking!
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Jai, in the first day since I had met him, did not cry. I don’t think I saw him cry since.
It looked brave.
I missed Miette’s conspiring and I swore the noises of the past left marks. So I spent much of my time singing to myself, silencing them and wiping my skin clean.
There must be some sort of unforgivable commotion to record such disregard.
A couple friends took up drug dealing because their stocking job at Wal-Mart wasn’t paying enough.
“Do you ever get tired of this?” / He looked up at me with a grin. “I never get tired of you.”