Love for Analogue Stories » A.C.

This is not about a cactus, though with every few words I type, I glance at the one on my desk. I relate to you, cactus. I feel both guarded...

As a desert kid, I often wondered what it was like to experience autumn by a brisk wind under red leaves, or spring by a meadow bursting into bloom. Wistfulness...

Remember how I mentioned, last story, that you can easily lose track of time just pondering the battle scars of a Traveler’s Notebook? Whether it’s a brand-new TN fresh out...

Even though it’s spring, I want to go into hibernation. I’ve finally wrapped up work on my first book, which means I’m both buoyantly happy and bone-deep weary. This is...

When I close my eyes these days, I see letters. Random combinations of letters. The space between them. Seemingly nonsensical phrases like “HAMBURGEVONS” and “HAHHAAOHAOOAO”. No, I’m not going insane…not...

Maybe it’s the erratic gusts of wind that barreled through Los Angeles recently, blowing the neighborhood crows off their usual graceful course. Or maybe it’s the 2021 goals page at...

It was the sheer openness that initially attracted me to the JIYU, around a year ago. First off, I’m a sucker for neutral palettes with a dash of warmth, so...

Recently, I unearthed the password to my high school self. Do you know Livejournal? For the first time in twelve years, I remembered it. The platform was abandoned en masse...