Drifter of Dadaist persuasion, wrapped in sadness, in love with tragedy, The National, Rainer Maria Rilke, black ink, Rilo Kiley, grey skies in the afternoon, creased spines, used books, music chilled in cold rooms, empty parking lots, and the midnight hour. 

“I’d say art is with you. All around you. I’d say when there doesn’t seem to be anyone else, there is art. I’d say you can love art how you wish to be loved. And I’d say art is a lifeline to the rest of us—we are out here. You are not alone. There is nothing about you that scares us. There is nothing unlovable about you, either.”

—Lidia Yuknavitch