Waking Up in a Jar
Note/content warning: Memories live in the body. This piece is a reflection on waking up too soon, holding too much, and reconciling with what it all means. It’s a little messy. There’s mention of childhood trauma and domestic violence. Feel free to skip it if today isn’t the day. Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately — […]
My Funeral Album
I think people think I’m joking, but it’s very real. It has music, photos, videos, and—of course—memes I want shown when I die. People assume I’m being dramatic, or darkly funny, but no. It’s real. I don’t show anyone the contents because… it’s a surprise. If I ever have kids, they’ll probably be the most […]