Love letters and other primary sources
Worm memories
My favorite thing about love letters isn’t the sentiment or the craft, however — it’s the generality.
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The soundtrack to losing my dad
I initially came to terms with the tragedy in the best way I know how: I made a Spotify playlist.
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Bibliomantic
Worm memories
I thought I was fine with change, but that was only because nothing had ever changed for me before.
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Born to hide
Worm memories
If music is a conversation, then I can block my ears to everyone around me; I commune only with the past.
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Mary had a little identity crisis
Worm memories
I will spend the rest of the year trying and failing to be Mary Oliver.
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Kind of Blue
Kind of chaos
Perhaps the truth is, that for once in my life, there isn’t any chaos lurking behind the projector — it’s just me making shadow puppets with my hands.
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Negotiating Didion
Kind of chaos
You can see why Joan Didion is so well known for her nonfiction. She takes a political event and transforms it, dresses it up, takes it out to lunch and then deconstructs it.
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Now that everything is less insane
It wasn’t until recently that I started reading what people have to say about Sleep Well Beast, including the band itself. To be frank, other interpretations couldn’t have mattered less to me at the beginning of my fixation.
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Our song
Kind of chaos
There is a tune that I would have described as “our song” while we were together, but it is entirely inappropriate for a wedding.
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Tenseless, untenable
Kind of chaos
Admitting that I want to be a writer frightens me because it feels as though I would have to relinquish my own temporality.
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