Languishing in the Lacuna

Signed, Liminal in LA

Last Saturday, I was crying to my sister over peanut butter and marmalade toasts. The petite existential crisis I’ve been in since last October felt more present than ever. It felt like the contents of my life were sprawled lazily, messily around on the floor, wondering if they’d ever get up. Not enough freelance work. A dispersed bunch of friends. No h…