There was a time in life when it was apparent that every man needed some time alone. It’s less obvious now. You’d have to rip open a space in a consciousness to get it. I do miss the days when I was free from spectators. Cold night, and walking in circles. But walking was never…

Growing inches from the day I’m born. Limbs unfolding, and the mind unravelling. Only to find that no matter how far into look into someone, I see halos. I’m not concerned with the good. I have seen them all my life. In my pursuit, I’ve lost my tidings. I’m looking for the devil that’s in…

“I didn’t know it was anything wrong,” says he. Everyone talks with a tone drawn from a certain central theme in their life. My sister identified mine as, according to her, the tone and base of someone always insufferably self-advocating. And that’s true, what’s wrong with that? Should I not make it explicitly clear at…

I set 3 alarms, 10 – 15 mins apart, and I always start getting ready after the third. My first moment in the morning is pressing snooze and it turns off. I wish I could do that with people. Picture me with three Z’s comically over my head, the higher consciousness reminding me that some…

There’s a miasma of the self I can’t escape. Every so often, I return back to myself at an alarming pace. It’s almost like no change or transformation has ever taken place. To me though, it’s like being healed again. Mended back to my younger self, a self that could willingly and naturally be unreasonably…

This one’s long-lasting. He parks his car exactly along the lines. Plaid blazer, plaid shirt, plaid socks, plaid scarf, and plaid pride. This man lives in lines, and he doesn’t cross them. There’s a measuring tape in his pocket, and even if you think he’s not measuring the distance between him and another, he’s calculating…

It’s better to die. You’re going to die anyway. Have you met people who can’t help but speak? Everyone knows someone like that, and we all know how badly we wish we didn’t. It’s inauthentic. If they write you ten sonnets, they love you; if they write you three hundred sonnets, they love writing sonnets.…

Project Title: TBD Shoot Location: WPG Concourse Director: Ash Compensation: My absolute care (conditional) Seeking: An individual who can authentically portray a regular customer who is constantly performing a “nice guy.” Must look handsome from all angles; tall, 6 feet and up, no more than 6’1”. Dark hair, wide-eyed. We want dispassion, a mute sense…

“I mean it’s strange, isn’t it? Worrying about what people think? Anyone that says that is lying too. You can’t care what everyone thinks anyway. There’s about 8 billion people and I definitely don’t care what all of them think. All details of life are-“  she pauses for a moment and interrogates her surroundings. And…