Like All Things.

These pages are snippets from my journals over the years, each one serving as poetry if you’ll let it. A collection of love letters, a deeply affectionate nod to San Francisco, and seeing myself through the tangible, all while feeling immense intimacy through it all. Even in the most prosaic of moments, I find myself allured by its mundanity, its ambiguous poetry, when it is simply just striving to exist.