Memory or fantasy?

I’ve entereda new developmental phase: fantasizing about scenarios that can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t happen.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

The heaven of the thirty-three, reimagined.

The camera is probably ruined.

Sometimes the best things in my inbox aren’t for me at all — they’re for you.

A portrait of the Secretary — tiny, shocking, whorish, and perfectly submissive.

The paradox of paying for what you most want: it delivers the act but destroys the meaning.

L follows instructions well.

Instructions for the tall girl — and for everyone reading along.

Four pictures, zero meetings, and a voice message I can’t forget.