Dear Eve, I wish I could blame this on alcohol. I wish I could blame this on drugs. I wish I could blame this on the media and violent videogames and ignorant music like what your little brother listens to. And I don’t know how seriously you take my words, But the truth is I … Continue reading On Love, In Distance

They found a pair of shoes floating in space yesterday. A pair of worn, red, size ten and a half Adidas with little doodles of pokémon all over the sides. I know this because the men working at whatever space station they were seen outside of decided it would be a great idea to go … Continue reading Goodbye, Michael Goddard

Dearest of diaries,        I found a body in my attic early this morning, filthy and somewhat decomposed, naked among old photographs and clothing I’d have never worn again anyway. The body is sewn up in the front like a weathered gym bag, faded and smelling of sweat, mold, failure. It’s a woman and she’s beautiful. … Continue reading Swaying