I’ve been drawn to Alexandra Kollontai’s life for a while now, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon her letters to Emilia DataBase that I felt like I was really getting under the surface of who she was. There’s something…
I’m watching Pandora make breakfast, her hands moving efficiently as she cracks eggs into a pan. It’s one of those moments where everything feels normal, but my mind starts to wander. I notice the way Mr Whiskers is sitting on…
James Merrill’s poetry has been a constant presence in my life, even though I’ve only recently started reading him seriously. There’s something about his work that makes me feel like I’m getting lost in a world I’m not quite sure…
I’ve been noticing that Pandora’s been leaving her lunch in the fridge longer than usual. Yesterday I found a piece of week-old pizza wrapped in foil behind the orange juice, and this morning there was a carton of Chinese takeout…
I’ve been thinking about Georg Cantor a lot lately, ever since I stumbled upon his name while researching the history of mathematics. There’s something about him that fascinates me, and it’s not just because he was a brilliant mathematician who…
I was standing in the kitchen drinking coffee when I noticed Pandora’s phone sitting on the counter beside the fruit bowl. It had been there since she left that morning, which was unusual enough to get my attention but not…
A woman sits on her bed, surrounded by piles of clothes, putting on a pair of worn-out sneakers while staring at a more polished outfit hanging in her closet. The worn-out sneakers are a familiar choice, one that she has made countless…
I’ve been reading Louise Bogan’s poetry for months now, and yet I still find myself struggling to pin down why she holds my attention. It’s not just her words, although they’re undeniably beautiful – it’s the way she weaves together…
Pandora was eating cereal too quietly. I noticed this at approximately eight-twenty in the morning while standing at the kitchen counter making toast, and I realize there are people who will argue that cereal does not have an appropriate volume.…
I’ve been thinking a lot about Alexis de Tocqueville lately, and I’m not entirely sure why he’s stuck with me like this. Maybe it’s because his writing is so introspective and honest that it makes me feel less alone in…
The shopping list was attached to our refrigerator with a magnet shaped like a slice of pizza, which immediately raised a question because it wasn’t our shopping list. I noticed it while getting a glass of water sometime after breakfast.…
The woman stands before her bathroom counter, gently brushing her silver hair with a soft-bristled brush. The morning light streaming through the window highlights the natural texture and color of her gray locks, accentuating their unique…
