moved to clinton hill. now i have a room with a view of trees and the stars at night. i have two succulents and two tropical plants. i have a purple bike and i drink cappuccinos and i don’t have internet in my apartment. i live close to a nigerian restaurant where all the men drink guinness and a brunch spot where all the girls have freckles and special earrings and braids in their hair. on the cusp of gentrification. but aiming to be appreciative, inquisitive, and critical.
i’m writing stories inspired by when i was 9-12. those years, i’ll only return to them through my own fiction.
pistachios and papaya. learning to overcome loneliness these transitional days.