I have nearly forgotten the world. Some days, I even go without peeling my curtains back—sitting, hunched over a silly brick of data and lithium. I nibble on internet jokes written by strangers I don’t care about. I forget to dream, and sometimes I forget to breathe. I get writer’s block. A lot. I also […]

My first memory of creating myself was when I came home from watching ballet for the first time, marched into my living room, closed my eyes, and poured my body into the shapes I had just witnessed in Swan Lake. I was three years old and sure I could feel my body joining my soul. […]