Preface: This image was heavily influenced by both Reggie’s and my newfound obsession with Sam Esmail’s “Mr. Robot” and Henri’s bulbous eyes that uncannily resemble recent Emmy-winner Rami Malek’s.
For the night is dark; / Fear tempers my spark.
What elevates something from simple to complex?
I stand in the shadow / Formed by both the murky San Francisco fog / And the monstrous brick church before me.
Sometimes, there’s nothing / As satisfying as cold / Milk and cereal.
I’ve never been an individual brimming with confidence. I think most people who have grown up with me or work with me or have seen me in my Performer Mode would be surprised to hear that I second-guess myself more often than not.
It’s been a long week. And I know there’s only one thing that can make me feel a bit better.
Take me ’round the world; / I swear my loyalty — with / All my broken parts.
I surf the asphalt and concrete waves, the rubber wheels gliding ever so effortlessly over the pavement.
Preface: My family has a specific connotation for “birthday cake.” The root of our definition is steeped in a story that is much too personal and much too long to share on this platform — but, for the sake of context, I’d like to share our family’s definition with you…