A causeway filled with refugees. Nobody seems to be smiling, funnily enough. In a gridlock with the police. “Do you have your papers?” they wouldn’t ask, because it’s not 1939, and it’s all digital now. Continue reading III


Going to bed. Let’s drink to waking sometime. I’m going to get into a fight tomorrow night. Let’s hope I don’t hurt my pretty face. It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve seen my own blood. Continue reading II


From the support of the internet, I thank you. A blank page and an empty audience. Great things have started this way. And assholes have been given voices. Let us all be thankful for the assholes. Continue reading I