
A Fine Night at the Fine Line
Then the clock struck 9:02pm. Horsegirl emerged from stage-right, humbly forming a triangular shape…

My Private Instagram
My struggles with social media and the overwhelming desire to see the heart button light up my life.

On the Way Home
I find some sort of magic with each click, click, click of the shutter which keeps me optimistic and persistent in this practice.

He Only Sings When He’s Sad
Was I disappointed he didn’t play the aforementioned song that led me to M. Ward fandom for all these years?

I Already Know What the Next Song Will Be
Is hearing a legendary album played live sequentially an exciting and/or overall good experience?

Before the Phones Told Us Where to Go
So what exactly was life like before following the blue dot on Google Maps?

A Somewhat Pricey Click of the Shutter
I am trying not to obsess about it…