i love boston i love walking faster than the subway and the squat golden brownstones framed against chrome skyscrapers and vegan ramen in the boston public library garden and stumbling into a free macbeth performance on the common

i’ve bought so much toffee from trader joes this past week i’m embarrassed to go back and will instead be visiting donelans to satisfy my sick and depraved cravings

missing the era of my life when i made a different risotto every single day for two weeks (this was last month)

watching dune for the third? fourth? time

i’ve been eating disgusting unhealthy amounts of toffee for the past week and i will not be stopped

oppenheimer was so good but the scene where he has to read the bhagavad gita in the devanagari while having sex and somehow immediately translates it to english was a little funny

poets writing novels is always like “most beautiful sentence you’ve ever read but kind of wack pacing and structure” whereas novelists writing poems is just bad