injustice

K.

These Days

These quarantine months for me have been slow, filled with quiet, sprinkled with fear. I make no plans because what even is a plan when no reliable future can be predicted? This is a new way of living, turned inward, simplified. We are changing without meaning to. We are noticing small things, and we are … Continue reading These Days

K.

Fear

The world is crazy right now, I think. Then I remember that the world is always crazy. There is always danger. There is always injustice. I long to live in a world where these things don't exist, where there is no trauma to recover from, no pain. Pain begets pain. Once upon a time one … Continue reading Fear