RP has thrown me into a life of leisure. It sounds decadent, but has felt confusing and burdensome. It has been a struggle for me to brush off the restraints of socialization and embrace the time that RP has afforded me.... Continue Reading →
I am a walking disaster. The bruises on my arm and hand and legs, and the bump on my head, remind me that I can't just walk through the world as if I am graceful, as if I can see.... Continue Reading →