Isn’t it funny how memories can all run together. They chase each other down alleys and cobblestone streets so that they become intertwined whether they were ever related at all. And nothing necessarily unites them except a feeling. Riding a train at sunset drinking a spritz and laughing after dancing on the binaro. Passing those…

June 1 It’s strange. I walk around this apartment as if I’ve already lived here. Or as if a future version of me sent images back to me, and I know it already, so I feel at home in a way I can’t describe. Like I’ve always known this place. This morning I took pictures…

April 2026 Sitting in the dunes at sunset as the world gets painted….blanketed with the same hue…overlaying each existing color and transforming it. Unifying it all under the same palette. As I look out over the vast ocean of sand, I think often of the Little Prince and his need for a drawing of a…

Written in the desert house, April 2026 I’ve lost days. I looked at the map, maybe it was in Italian, and now I’ve confused when is when. I’m losing needing to know. I am so outside of time. It is measured in wind bursts, sunsets, loved ones’ days off and their increased presence. I sat…

Eating pears every day here in my little house in the middle of the desert…so it becomes a taste of a time, of a chapter. Biting into a slice as I’m standing at the window watching the wind dance across the dunes. The flavor floods and coats my mouth with a subtle hint of grainy…