Habits

I am a creature of habit. What a cliche. More often than is necessary, I sit on a curiously shaped bench under a little tree on the corner of a street that shouldn’t have any special significance. But it does. I think in bursts. Status. Tweet. Fragments… They run over and over in my head, […]

I love you,

first-year art student, buying me flowers on a whim before realising I am the only one with enough cash to pay for them. older brother, abducting me on the back of his scooter to secret rendezvous, disappointed that we missed seeing the fountain. mysterious and handsome landlord, telling me all of his secrets and promising […]

Yuta and I

Yuta and I juggle our washing on the handlebars of our bikes, his tote bag full of towels, my garbage bag straining to hold everything I own, bouncing and twisting dangerously over the pockmarked streets, all the way to the coin laundry. Yuta and I layer salmon and mint swatches of towelling on a bed […]