the smell of my desperation has become a stench
Daily
Attention all runners and those who want to be
The Parisian perspective on everyday life
No sheep will ever go missing on this street
Books People Send Me, Installment Four
It’s strange that someone so crass has fallen this hard for a city so civilized
Le secret de Paris, from someone who sure does talk about balls a lot
Parles-vous more slowly? Gracias!
Mother, I did not go where you told me not to go, sort of
Thoughts on mortality via my ever-evolving hair
Books People Send Me, Installment Three
