One of the main things that draws my focus is complexity, but especially characters that are not only well-written but very… odd.

A story meant to vanish does not vanish. And the voice of a writer is heard again. Death is porous and moments aren't minor and here is the soft persistence of attention.

While the disappearance of third places has contributed to social isolation, there is still hope in re-establishing community spaces and prioritizing real-world connection.

Oral tradition is often overlooked by Western society, in which history is kept through a writing system.

Time and time again boys have walked into my life, taking what they have seen in movies and expecting me to save them from their own dreary lives.

In a digital age, where constant overstimulation is the norm, where do we make space for boredom? How do we stay bored? 

Since his passing, I find myself thinking about David often.

The synths and beats that first hurt your ears soon syncopate, taking control of your heart, brain, and cells for the night. Once you let yourself surrender to the music, you can reach an enlightenment like never before.

Despite the impossibility of this, "The Next Great American Novel" remains a siren song for authors eager to capture the complex beauty of this country.

Even today, societal expectations often pressure women to conform to certain gendered standards, which promotes a very narrow view of femininity.

The articles of clothing, with their individual cuts, patterns, and  embellishments you used to favor– now sit in your wardrobe as relics of chapters you’ve discarded.

What do you believe about yourself? How do you treat yourself? Are you happy with the life you have made for yourself?

Is the gore just for shock value? Is showing excessive violence against women under the guise of metaphor valid or exploitative? Is body horror just more Hollywood schlock?

One of my earliest memories was plugging VHS tapes into my mom’s old gray Toshiba TV– the remote long lost.

This recent discovery offers more than just a melody on paper, it is a reawakening of his voice, a fragment of a master's echo finally returning after centuries. 

The search for the perfect wedding dress is considered a rite of passage for every woman representing a moment that encapsulates happiness and total bliss because you have found “the one”.

If we cut artists out of the picture we are left with a hollow shell of what is the pinnacle of humanity.

When I see lace now, whether encased behind glass at the Isabella Gardner’s Museum in Boston or on a shirt tucked away in my closet, it is a reminder of the invisible thread tying me to the people I love.

The comfort-over-style trend is here to stay.

Art lives in the rhythm of our daily lives, in the clothes we choose, the music we immerse ourselves in, and the emotions those choices evoke.