Songs that will remind me of curls sticking to my face and feeling stuck in a few months
anonymous descriptions of people i’m glad to have as my friends
And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.
The theme for the first issue is one that has been bouncing around in my head for almost a year now…
There is not much to it but to be considerate and kind.
Reflecting on April, a month late.
17:07 Lost my debit card in Paris
a letter of a forgotten memory