Four weeks in Te Whanganui-a-Tara.
A sentimental note
An (unmorbid) rumination.
I should begin with how I loved him, in what manner, to what degree, with what kind of incomprehension.
After I had taught you German for a semester, you gave me a lime with your phone number written on it — a pick-up lime — and asked me out for ice cream.
On making a coat.
The NBA season has started, which means I now live with someone whose entire reason for being is to follow the movements of a bunch of extremely tall…
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Field Notes on Feeling