to quentin: solstice d’été
It’s summer in Brooklyn and I’m so in love and happy. I don’t want much else than this right now.
to helen : the shortest summer
I’m back in New Jersey right now, already struggling in the summer heat (what the hell am I going to do once we get to Burkina Faso?) and definitely struggling with being at home.
to john : august impressions
A love letter of sorts, in brief impressions and colors
to jacob : a postcard
You don't come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. A reality shaped around your own desires — there is something sociopathic in that ambition.