Whenever We Got A Glimpse, Their Faces

Their Desire Was Silent Yet Magnificent, Like A Thousand Daisies Attuning Their Faces Toward The Path Of The Sun.

Capitalism Has Resulted In Material Well-being But Spiritual Bankruptcy.

I Wanted To Be An Actor. My Parents Were Not Too Keen On That.

Scars Crossed Her Welded Wrists.

I Had A Briefcase At One Point, But It Was A Kind Of 1980s New Wave Briefcase. It Was Made Of Some Kind Of Cardboard And It Had Metal Hinges. It Was Kind Of Faux Industrial Looking, And I Used To Carry My Books In It Rather Than A Backpack. I Didn't Want To Have Normal Student Accoutrements.