Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
I've imagined and caught slivers of miracles. But I want a full-blown miracle.
If there's one thing I love, it's sweet-talking plants. Tu B'Shvat Sameach!
A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
When there are so many limits on what you can write about, what can you write about?
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
Everyone is the hero in their own story. But what about the stories other people tell?
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
