Amelia Theodorakis



Contemplation for beautiful things

There’s no sighing our way out of this — the mundanity of a flat liveable city, long drives late at night to swing legs over the concrete aqueduct and listen to the freeway sing. A slow breath blooms on the …

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Burning Up Jet Fuel on the Circumference

Boy, if I were you I’d wake up late I’d put on a t-shirt, plus whichever jeans were at hand at the time I’d show up half-baked, late and hungry to meet friends already on their fourth drinks there’d be …

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