about.

simply, this site is dedicated to those things that weigh the most on me: knitting, traveling, the endless pursuit of my yellow bird, and the pointless attempt to outrun my ghosts.

this site is a scrapbook, an outlet, a photo album, a journal... this site changes shape periodically, matching the changes i make in myself. it is a way to cope, a way to remember, and a way to forget. and significantly more, it is a way to keep in touch, to keep myself grounded, to remember my burdens. it is a way to remember home as i travel across the world, explore countries and continents, fall in love, stubbornly try to ignore my health, attempt different jobs, attend different schools, meet new people, face new situations, and create. above all, i create.
 
i don't know where i'm going next, but i'd really like for you to come with me.


the heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. but in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. 

conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. 

what then shall we choose? weight or lightness?

-milan kundera [the unbearable lightness of being]