Nothing changes, maybe even me. I wrap my scarf around my neck three times and nestle in. I drive my father's car in the dark, in the rain, winding my way around random streets, wandering until I run out of coffee. Or I'm an early morning passenger with a bagel in my hand,…
Days that feel like older days. Lazy suburban summer drives, windows open, listening to a short story read on the radio. Sitting by the lake for an interminable length of time. Browsing at the bookstore I used to spend so much time in, tripping over the carpet. While my mother looks at…
In 2008, my friend Suzen and I started making short video diaries as a way of keeping in touch across the country. I'm clearing out some files from my computer and I found the videos I'd made. Here are some text excerpts that prove no matter how much I think…
