Old Voice

Earlier essays, written in an earlier voice — kept here because they still hold up, even if I'd say it differently today.

I built an entire relationship in my head from one glance at a stranger, and I'm not even a little sorry.

Every morning I try, badly and repeatedly, to put yesterday's regrets down before I pick them back up.

I went looking through history for an answer to what life is actually for, and came back with more questions.

Reading Dawkins made me argue with my own beliefs more honestly than I have in years.

I started thinking of the pandemic as a dangerous lover none of us asked to fall for.

A stranger's glance on a crowded train pulled something out of me I wasn't expecting.

I keep believing in love stories that, so far, have mostly ended in me being alone.