It is a terribly mournful activity, having to erase your life. Certainly, deleting traces of your identity from your devices so that prying customs agents don’t flicker through them with bored expressions and malicious objectives isn’t the same as packing your few belongings onto a rickety boat, watching your home burn to ashes, severing yourself […]Read more "Devices, Not Literary"
On a drizzling Thursday in October, I decided to dance salsa. It was after a long day at work, and in the thirty-minute drive to the modest classroom-turned-studio, I felt a primal part of myself turn impassioned and pristine. I sped across the highway like all I needed was a good dance. I had ironed […]Read more "Writing Inspiration"