Crafted with a vintage, faceted, pear-shaped amber glass jewel and an antique brass bee charm. This necklace is hung on a bronze cable chain. Don’t worry, the bee won’t sting you. Sold on Etsy.
a digital scrapbook for a compulsive listmaker...
writer. artist. geek. nomad. beachbaby. mess.
collector of many things. all fire + water + daydreams.
Saturday morning spin.
today calls for: excessive smudgy eyeliner, messy braids + big cheap sparkly earrings. yes, good.
“You’ve been sitting here since early morning. And it’s cold. Are things that bad?”
“Yes, they are.”
“How much longer are you planning to stay here?”
“As long as I have to.”
“How much have you made so far?”
“About five bucks.”
“Are you homeless?”
“I lost my job. I was making 30 bucks an hour working in property management. Then I had another couple of jobs. I got laid off from my last job last May.”
“Do you have any sort of family support?”
“Yes and no.”
“Are you hoping to get a job again?”
“During the day I try to work on that.”
“Are you staying at a shelter?”
“How is it?’
“Someone got killed today outside the shelter at Pine Street.”
this exists in my city. all over our country. not ok.
but let’s keep acting like homeless people all must have done something to deserve it, keep othering them with a wall of difference as if so many of us haven’t been just one lay-off and a few months without a paycheck away from getting here.
browsing meditations. came across this eloquent statement about how time is a lie.