i tend to write about fixation…
about devotion that curdles, and love feels necessary.
there’s a lot of intimacy here. i’m more interested in emotional
aftermath than resolution.
comfort exists, but it’s usually fragile.
this site is a personal archive. it isn’t meant to be polished or efficient.
things here change slowly, or disappear without warning. older work may be rewritten. some pages are left unfinished on purpose. this space was made for me to feel things.
feel free to poke around.
most projects are longform and update irregularly… i tend to circle back
rather than move forward.
currently:
- erasing myself from the narrative — chapter 10
- a pack of fools can take the stand — chapter 10
- someone to hate — chapter 2
- ars moriendi — rewriting chapter 1
- when this flower blooms — one shot
and other stories.
thank you for being patient with me.