a daydream of sorts here is my ideal world… as if anyone cares, but i’ll share it anyway. i have a farm. there are lots of animals. i live on a commune with people living in various buildings. it’s a hippie commune minus the conspiracy theorists. i have a very…

here are a few of my favorite things that keep me sane — momo resting his head on his front paws, the sky is clear and almost dusty, my grades are in, i’ve lost track of what day it is, i have a masterplan for one year from now, i’ve learned how to write like nobody’s reading it (instead of dance like nobody’s…

the following is a blow-by-blow account of what happens when I see my cat because they say that when you love something very much it may turn into love aggression and so i bashfully offer you these guttural utterances that kinda sorta come close to the way i actually sound — my cat — momo — walks into the room like a tigress on the savannah: loping one leg in front of the other as if she is carelessly considering pouncing on an antelope that is innocently nibbling some grass on the horizon.