A Fabulist Imagines in Ruhiira
Those who most intimately know me have said I have an overactive, irrepressible imagination. I have realized it is both a curse and a blessing. A curse of finding myself trapped in an obsessive mind, a mind that can persuade me that the most dangerous fictional ideas I conjure are true. A blessing of being […]
Paint by Numbers
Since I was a child, the perfect fluidity of the way sunlight spills like water across Spanish fields or the seductive flash of a bright pink gomesi dress in the rear-view mirror amid trails of dust convinced me that I live in a world entirely made of metaphor. A mutable world where precision and definition […]