I love cardboard. That’s not all.
Nostalgia isn’t terrible.
That title should read “catch-up” but I mustard relish any opportunity to write “ketchup.”
Knowing that I may be watched generates stress and that stress is silent but present.
An evaluation of outputs of activities and intermediate outcomes. Grad school language is terribly pervasive.
The boringest title I could come up with for an exciting and upcoming endeavour.
From where do you read?
Grappling at night towards being grateful.
There’s longing and then there’s ingratitude. I’m trying to find that line.
Started one thing and now we’re doing another.