Warm Hands, Cold Body (Short Poem)
It’s been a year since I’ve been here last. It’s the same house but a different room. Trees outside are covered in snow. A small river fights against the cold. Ice breaks
Recognizing my Work’s Value
As a designer, it is often hard to draw the line between work and pleasure. Much of what I do isn't as strenuous as other types of work.
A Night we were never Able to Re-Create
I don't remember a lot of days that feel like this one. I remember it as a clear cut. Before it lies the past, after it, a new