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November 13, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: New Year

The past couple days were somewhat revolutionary. Not to add an extra meaning to my new new-year theory, but I actually learned a lot from this trip. Everywhere could be just as comfortable as home. Every forest could feel like somewhere I've walked before. All

November 9, 2018 In Art, Morning People

The Street

Writing might be my main art practice. I get to be one hundred percent free as I write, and let my imagination drift off endlessly. It's accessible, you can easily maintain your work; there's always a pen and a paper somewhere. I personally keep a

November 5, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: No Buses

I think I told you on the phone how this town has lost the meaning of time, and that nobody really cares. The church bells ring, but people don't seem to care. Their lunch breaks are on-time, and they drink coffee a few times a

October 31, 2018 In A Moment Longer

Taxi

If it was back in the city, I turned around and said to Teyona, I'd be able to catch a taxi right out of my door. I looked down the empty alley of our naked town. I used to live downtown, I sighed. She agreed, loads

October 29, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Out of Focus

Every tree, they say, has different tasting fruits. Just like chefs and their food. I've been wondering for a while now, about this orange tree I see out of my window on the other side of the street. That's all I see, really. I mean,

October 25, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Bodies of Water

What was that dumb idea of mine to think that time doesn't pass by as I travel?! As if it's frozen, or it works differently as I'm away. Ah, that was stupid! I'm not really away; I'm right here. I'd rather imagine that I could