Satellites

Deep in the throes of infatuation again. It never gets old, everytime it happens. I just wish I didn't find it so sticky.

倩丼

Just a little thing. A little bath in a little town. In a round tub above the Atami skyline, high as kites, we hold each other and kiss and kiss and kiss for what feels like an eternity.

εΌ•

A kanji, a memory, a fortune. How does one pick a memory when the story is still unfolding so delicately? I floated, untethered, into 🫘's life last summer.

Dr Yellow

In the Spring of 2023, on the precipice of my long torturous divorce, my pain took me to the Kyoto Railway Museum. I remember that time being glacial, like I was functioning behind a thick, solid pane of glass, unable to touch the world. The curve of the Zero makes me feel hollow inside.