To travel

To feel lightTo risk tourism To not know where to lookTo learn small soundsTo stockpile wonderTo walk infinitely To close out dead-endsTo grieve your shoesTo disorientTo eat in reclusion To grow daze-facedTo get sun-drenchedTo go moon-madTo suspect yourself To mock meaningTo do dumb shitTo determine, habitually, if you should've stayed homeTo laugh at an eavesdropped … Continue reading To travel

Fever

Cooking with its therapeutic unbuttoning of tightly drawn days. And art—with its anything but. And art—when understanding fails. And art—for you need a little madness. A dash, a pinch, a spill. Madness makes art pure. It can't be learned. Can't be taught. It's a dissolution of everything you never knew. Making art is the what-happens-after-death … Continue reading Fever

Favor8

Fav color: Turmeric on chopped beetroot. Fav place: In reaching distance of a book. Fav book: A book catalog. Fav excitement: Lunch, outside. Fav melancholy: A dripping faucet. Fav food: The first four scoops of curd, cold; their finality. Fav person: Him eating alone. Fav movie: The ego.