Time Hoarder

There is more room outside at night, more air. Less people breathing up all the good air, sucking down all the oxygen to propel their own thoughts.

Someone is always thinking your thoughts before they develop, forming those sentences before they have time to hatch inside your mouth. All you’re left with is a comma or apostrophe. It never makes sense

Under the Tiny Gun

Sometimes things go backwards and no one ever notices at all. A door closes when it should have opened. Your words come out in reverse order. You fall asleep at 1:03, wake up at 1:05 and feel as if you have slept an eternity. You have in fact slept an eternity. Go look in the mirror. You are actually younger than you were two minutes ago.

Gin is Bad for Her...Illustrations

Sometimes you just have to drink a bottle of gin with your cat and pretend that you are fine. In my experience, the cat can outdrink me. In the cat's experience, we were always fine, and the ritual is redundant. At the end of the night we can laugh together, and i dress her up in her sweater. She fucking hates that cat sweater.