It's disheartening to fully apprehend just how alone you are in your body, how alone you are in your head. You already know you’re alone, but you don't really believe it until you experience it in such an extreme way.
I'm not in JP as often as I'd like, but every once in a while I make it down there. This time I was there filming performances by some local bands. It was pretty cold out that night. . .a little nicer than the 90-degree weather we're having right now.
Back when it wasn't nasty out, my friend Matthew and I took a trip to Mount Auburn Cemetery to take some photos. You can see Matthew's work (as well as some amazing poetry) on Instagram here.
Did we have a great time baking at Lilli's? Yes. Did I get a single picture of Lilli that I can put on the public, front-facing Internet? No, of course not.
This post isn't called "dream cake" because it's my favorite cake -- it's called that because I had a dream in which I ate almond-pistachio cake and I was so intrigued by it that I made up a recipe for it and tried to replicate it in real life. I thought it was a little …
The woman who runs this laundromat recognizes everyone who comes in. We don't know each other at all, but she pays so much attention that she gave me a sock I accidentally left here over a month ago.
I did not love biking through this, but it was pretty.
This picture requires no explanation. If you enjoy Tex-Mex, want to eat large amounts of cheese, and are going to be in the Cambridge, MA area, please go to Border Cafe in Harvard Square and order a burro. Not sponsored, I just love this burro that much.