There’s a moment in each day, these days, where I feel like I balance on the ragged edge of a moment. Like I could tip over into oblivion on either side. Like my ego balloons up to fill every cubic inch of my life and there’s just no room for anything else. I feel overfull, weighed down, like there’s something I forgot to do. I’ve written this down over and over again, in journals and notes on my cracked, weeping phone and on the back of the instruction booklet for my rice cooker.

Lightly, now. Lightly lightly liiiiiightly.

2026-10-07 21:57:13 PDT

I guess that's part of what is interesting. It could be this or that or BOTH. Which is great, but also probably a bit too wide a lens. Hrmmm.

2026-10-06 14:44:42 PDT

Is he just tweeting?

2026-10-06 11:04:54 PDT

Holgate street tone:

2026-10-05 17:32:07 PDT

Just working on a little consistency. A song worth playing again. A room worth spending some time in.

2026-10-05 09:55:03 PDT

Different trees, different sunlight. Water in an array of attitudes and configurations. I find myself in a place with clarity and verticality. Plunge, surface, gasp.

2026-09-30 20:23:05 PDT