Category: My Story
To understand me, you need to know my story.
Open letter to M
Hi Marie, First of all, thanks for letting me use your real name. I was getting tired of just writing “M” whenever I wrote about you. Second, this letter is pro...
On decadence
“Being drunk fucking sucks.” 5:57am. Sunday. Yeah, I wanted M and at that time this seemed like a great conversation opener. “Maybe we’ll fuck,” I thought, in m...
On Re/Start
I’m gonna tell you a little secret: every time I write, I play the Untitled album by Sigur Rós. I don’t know for how long I’ve been doing it, but I like to list...
The state of things
Think of a year. Maybe 2014. Mid-January. Summer. Now, think of a place. Around South America. Say Chile. Santiago de Chile. Downtown. Barrio Brasil. There’s th...