Gut Reactions + Fieldnotes. Written within 24 hours. Practice: Stop writing when you’ve pushed through the words — not necessarily to reach an answer but to find new explorations once something has shifted. Edit once, and once only. Press publish. ___ Primary Source Codes. Written on Sabbatical. Weeks 1–2. My…

In this very hour, on this very day, I am supposed to be facilitating a digital workshop for the official future. I prepared and designed for it, because I really care about the work I do. But I am here writing this from my basement floor Bed-Stuy apartment, with a…

On Abortion — it will take a village. ___ WATER. 0–6 weeks. I’m at Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. It is a humid summer’s afternoon on a Sunday. I have spent the previous 3 Sunday’s mourning a relationship that started 3 weeks before a global pandemic and ended 1.5 years into it…

During the summer of 2020, I bought a camera and some film. I was not interested in capturing Black joy or Black pain. I was interested in showing everyday Blackness. I looked through the viewfinder. I aimed. I shot. I could see vividly with clear eyes. …

Barking was the first place I called home on this Earth. Barking existed in a state of purgatory — an in-between place barely noticeable to the naked human eye, but a place in which you could sense souls moving through aimlessly, unsure of their next move. I lived in a…

Just in case. So you know where I stand. God forbid. v0.1 “this is a tweet saying if the police kill me, i want you to record my murder and share my dead body widely.” v0.2 “this is a tweet saying if the police kill me, i want you, my…

Define: Glance. 1 : a brief look 2: a flash or gleam of light. In some cases, both of those things. Portland, Oregon. The water is crystal clear. Nature is all around us. The air is fresh. It is a beautiful place to be, and I am glad I’m here. …

“This is all so anxiety-inducing because things we once held as solid are no longer things we can rely on.” Someone on a video call, sometime in the fog of the last couple weeks. Solidity petrifies me. I mould and shape my life like its Play-doh. That non-toxic, non-staining, reusable…

My mum bought me a Little Miss Explorer book for Christmas. You know — of the Little Ms and Mr Men fame. Little Miss Explorer travels all over the world, seeking out adventures and stories which are waiting to be viscerally felt and known. She ventures amongst tropical jungles, scales…