A moveable feast is a holiday that is not on the same day every year. Easter, for example, is a moveable feast. If my room caught on fire and I could only save one thing, with the absolute guarantee that everything I don’t save will be wholly and irreplaceably destroyed…

Sunday April 3rd, 2022 A certain frustration is birthed from continually losing a game that gives a statistical “80 and 90%” chance to win. I’ve never been good at math. Believe it or not but my brain processes words a lot better than it does numbers. Still, I understand that…

Published March 27, 2022 If you tell someone you want to be a bricklayer when your true ambitions are as a painter, they’ll recommend you bricks and not brushes. The first “film friend” I had met/made was a white kid in my Spanish class named Chris. We were freshmen in high school, sat right next to each other, and somehow became friends. Soon enough we got to talking about making a movie. Of the two…

Disclaimer: This post comes a full three weeks after my trip. And the way I would’ve written about it while there, one week after, and now three weeks after has most likely changed. Nonetheless, this Pen Sunday is about spending my 24th birthday in Atlanta. Enjoy. Hartfield Jackson International is…

24 | A birthday letter It’s the morning of my 24th birthday. I’m in Atlanta for the first time. When I woke up a few hours ago, I was feeling far more reflective on my life. But now, I can’t think of much to say other than how I plan…

I ate Pei Wei for lunch. Spicy chicken noodles, large edamame, and two fortune cookies for $14. Good fortunes? Yes. Good taste? Yes. Good deal? Eh. But what more could I want? Commercialized Chinese food sounded good today. I heard once that the Pei Wei’s and Chipotle’s of the world…

Towards the end of 2021, the only real resolution I had heading into this year was to ‘get focused’. I felt that I got a glimpse of what “focused” me was in the second weekend of November when I was working on Going Green*. 10+ hour days only spent on…