The most important thing in life by far is connections with people. I write about relationships, sex work, obsession, morality, memory, rituals and sexuality. I like cities, they give me intimacy and independence, invisibility and visibility. I try to describe the truth of how things are to me, I can always resemble it, but never communicate it fully.

I write because it drags abstract things into existence and makes them whole and real. I write to help see things clearly. I write because I want to share my experiences. I write because I am scared of the ephemeral and writing makes thought solid, and solid things can be passed on to my future self. I write because my ego thinks my life is worth sharing.



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