It’s a dilemma: wanting to ride a motorcycle to work, but also wanting to wear a sundress because it has finally gone above 65 degrees and I can reasonably have bare legs in that weather (kind of). My solution: leggings under dress. Jacket on top. Helmet smashing my curls, but that’s ok. Dress flying in … Continue reading Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth
As my junior year finished, I realized that when I try to envision the summers of my future, all I see is a giant black hole of nothingness. Maybe a trip to the Grand Canyon. But mostly void.
I've been reading the book Can't and Won't by Lydia Davis. I have also been going to the beach almost every day. So I decided to try and chronicle some of my beach trips in a Davis-like style. Beach Day 1: To whoever keeps throwing glass bottles into the ocean: Do you break them first … Continue reading Treasure Hunting
