On grandmothers, nuclear-familied young men, sacrifice, and searching for those you love. I wrote this after collecting some footage of my grandmothers. Thought it was cute.

It was Saturday. A very pretty one. Probably 4500K. But cold. Easy to belong.

Why not be thankful that your neighbor has a cat, because maybe the two could be friends, and they could perhaps communicate in their cat language about how best they can avoid shitting on the floor?

...and I hope you find your lakshana too—and now I pray for my mother, in the morning, in the mirror, when I throw water on my cheeks to wash and not wash away.