I can’t stop him from coming to see me. However much I pray, I plead, I beg and I believe, he comes. Sometimes I know he’s coming. There’s the shiver of the back, the creeping dread, the sixth sense that says he’s around, although I can’t see him. Other times, I get no warning. He just appears next to me, whispering foul things into my ear. You’re not good...



“Wide angle shot of an elevated train speeding through the Chicago skyline.” by Sawyer Bengtson on Unsplash when i first walkedinto that room, wondering whetheri would be acceptedseennoticedreported we speak the same words yet they mean so differentwe think the same ideas yetand yeteither the world was not ready for these ideas or i was not ready for thearch we walked underspace jam i don’t...

Venmo and me


Photo by Juja Han on Unsplash I’ve recently been reading quite a few news articles about the money transfer app Venmo. Most of them have focused on how the app is used by young people to facilitate financial transactions between them, and how this PayPal-owned enterprise appears to be developing a social network based on money transfers between friends. A recent article in the New York Times’...