“Get your head out of the clouds.” That’s what everyone and their mother always said to Lorenza. They protested her mental wanderings and railed against her absent-mindedness, believing that if they could only scold her hard enough, one day she would listen to them and return to earth. Continue reading Geode


Organized chaos was still order in its own way, wasn’t it? So long as the clutter was easy to navigate for whoever lived in it, there wasn’t really a problem. That was the least guilt-inducing way to think of the piles of papers, half-used pens, books, and cups on and around the desks in the dorm room. Continue reading Recycled