blue paper on Ariel Sym

Glass Jaw

Wed, 15 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Rain falls in seconds that fold into themselves. It is unsayable, yes, and so it sounds shitty. It is not unthinkable. Can you dream it? Can you? It was loud, yes, and you closed the windows. Why? When was the last time we danced? Was my face wide, like valleys of open hands? Did I smile?

We don’t have to talk. You left, but I left the hallway light on for you. I’m waiting. Waiting for you. Not fully, just a little bit. Loneliness meeting loneliness. Almost enough for us to swallow each other whole. Almost. Not quite.

Notes of an Undecided Man

Wed, 17 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000

No more waking up to social media first thing. Social media. What a phrase. I open my eyes in the morning and don’t immediately see everything I missed yesterday. But I also miss the news that some friend-of-a-friend’s girlfriend’s dog is doing better after all. You wake up and there you are, at the mercy of your own body, the room, the heat, the cold, and a mind that has to find its own sense of scale. It makes me wonder.

To Break The Winter Sea

Tue, 16 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000

The sea was calm, I can still see it. We had left San Francisco two days ago. The captain said, »Don’t look at the water for too long.« It reflected the sun, and my eyes hurt. I looked out for a while and time passed, the light was digging its way through the surface. It was emanating, but didn’t lose its path. No clouds, no birds and no land.
I looked at the orange Sir Williams gave me that morning. It’s not just an orange, we’re on a ship, he said. Without the stuff from home, you’re dead. »Do you understand, Private? Take it«, he said.
To me, it was just an orange. Sweet, bitter and muddy.
He was a rich man and he liked talking with the sailors and their wives. When I saw him he was usually reading or speaking.
»Now, tell me. What is an unhappy man like you doing here, Private?«
He would be back with more fruits and questions the next morning.
»I’m here to eat this orange and spend time with you, Sir Williams.«
He laughed.
What did he want? To know the reason for my journey, or to eat fruits with me? I thought about eating it, or throwing it into the blue, and put it back into my pocket.