The ancient Greeks believed dreams enter our sleeping minds like bats to deliver messages from the gods.
Dreams
I still have vivid dreams that my mother is still alive; I find her sitting at a kitchen table in a tiny house by the sea, living under an assumed name.
A House Always Made of Freshly Chopped Wood
A Fair Chunk of Our Time Was Spent Pacing and Sighing
The photograph of my mom refuses to leave the auditorium. We jiggle the cords, but she’s still there, twenty feet tall and gazing at the water.
Feedback Loops
We Tuned In to Watch a Livestream of Airplanes Struggling to Land
I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.
Dream Language
A Perfect Crescent Dangled Over the Street
Spirit
Deer
August 5, 2020
Each Finger Has Its Own Consciousness
Vivid
Toll
May 21, 2020
Symbols
Compound
The noise of humanity prevented God from sleeping.
Lung
An Echo of the Days and Weeks After Losing My Mother
Cross
Ghost
Dreams
We took a ship through the Finnish archipelago towards a small island in the Baltic Sea.