Stella Ho

​​Waxing gibbous tonight. The edges carved away, fading into darkness seamlessly as ifthe hurt was never there to begin with.

Have you ever swum in the ocean? Slipping beneath the surface, water slides past skin like a whisper just loud enough to tether you in space.

Hungry hands and empty skin / warmth in my fingertips in spite — / or because? — of the bitter cold. / But I can never quite envision that which I long for

The days come and go / Sometimes I am even lost in them / But comfort is old storybooks, warm blankets and tea / photographs of a life lived long gone.

Screenwriter Andy Siara and director Max Barbakow make use of the time loop trope by imbuing their film with comedic elements with undertones of nihilistic and absurdist philosophy.

It’s easy to forget, living in the internet era, how rare watching a movie was for Americans just a little more than a century ago.

We see patterns everywhere / Shapes and sounds and sights / Lightly coated with dust, strands of spun gold   

Who am I? The way in which you approach this question, the very contents of your response — this will all vary depending on the type of person you are.