A meditation on art, artists, and 'Andrei Rublev'
This holiday season, I want the gift of tenderness, Papi.
I love my fiancé, Papi, but my mind is wandering.
And can I call myself one at all?
Papi, how do I start feeling again?
I got divorced and lost myself. Help?
On finding religiosity in a hot, lonely bridge.
And now, Papi, I'm worried I'll be haunted for life.
Papi, I'm tired.
Papi, am I petty for wanting karma to do it's thing?
Papi, if friendship is a race, then I'm always second place.
Papi, am I secretly hideous?