Look High : Look Low
Tripping through the garden of forking paths... Threads of emotion, threads of trauma and tragedy, threads of mania and aspirational bursts of creativity, threads of lovers, threads of mother, threads…
Tripping through the garden of forking paths... Threads of emotion, threads of trauma and tragedy, threads of mania and aspirational bursts of creativity, threads of lovers, threads of mother, threads…
And there it was, the word and world that captured all of my fantasies of escape, literature, community and a woman. Absinthe. Two literary moments in expatriotism, writing, drinking, fucking,…
The Notes on The Spectrum covers this chapter: Again, To Let Go I can learn to do less. To let things fall apart that are not under my control. People…