Growing up, you have a certain conception of the way life is, the way the world works. Images of seasons, events, are pressed into your mind and solidified. Later, when you’re all grown up (if there is such a thing), you’re disappointed that you can’t revive those feelings. You catch a whiff of some candle […]
I remember a time when the world felt big. Where, as an angsty nineteen year old, I told a friend over cigarettes and copious amounts of coffee that the better alternative to suicide was to run away, lose yourself in a part of the world that you’d never even imagined. I remembered that conversation three […]
I think that if I had to describe winter in Boston without using words, I would show you this photo: It probably goes without saying that I’m really looking forward to my upcoming trip to Miami.