Pajolo Cam

  • how.you.will.die

    You go on a walk  … The world a grave on your shoulders The pressure against your feet The concrete beneath you You finally understand the gravity. Thinking  … She told you a story of the man swimming in the Puget Sound, intending to stay They found his body a few days later You think…

  • i.need.some.variation

    Sometimes, I hate being called cute. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, though it can be unnerving. It’s this shift in people’s eyes when they meet me: “Oh! You’re cute.” Almost cooing at me, like I’m a doll. I work as a dishwasher on the weekends. It’s a good job. It pays the bills, relatively…

  • lost.my.wallet

    Again! I lost my wallet again! The fifteenth time this year, Vera says. I worried and fretted all the way to the cafe. Worried and ruminated as I tend to do and she soothed my anxieties, said it’s probably behind something we wouldn’t think to look. We didn’t have time to do a thorough search…

  • @.no.more.fun.for.me

    [I don’t really have a plan when I start a Post. I have an idea, but what I want to say about it gets lost. Suppose I’ll get better about it over time. Right now, I’m focused on doing; avoiding stagnancy and the need to be perfect…!] I used to go on Instagram.com and spend…

  • like.when.you’re.mad

    Since moving out, I’ve smoked weed a lot less. It’s simple. I feel safer. Though living in this soberness feels like I am constantly chasing the present. Lagging behind, still processing. I’m working through it, getting ahold of it. I dream and I remember it all in the moment (it feels happy, sad, etc.). I…