“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
they fed me words like stale crackers through a chain-link fence while I pissed in the gutter and called it love messages at 2 a.m. “u up?” and I’d crawl through broken glass to read them like the dog I was cheap vodka and cheaper promises that’s all they gave while I sat