I collect things: little mantras, questions, a sentence that catches me off guard. A phrase arrives, and I grab my phone before it disappears. Later, I go back. Sometimes there’s something there. Sometimes there isn’t. The pieces that remain become these brief responses to everyday becoming.
I studied creative nonfiction writing as an undergraduate, and I loved how many ways there were to tell a story. I’ve also long loved Susan Sontag’s Notes on “Camp” and the possibilities of an aphorism. A thought doesn’t need to become an essay before it opens a door.
This is a little corner for that part of me: the part that notices, writes something down, and follows it to see where it goes.