The Last Train Out
A late-night train ride through Los Angeles turns into a descent through time, memory, and addiction. As the city rewinds itself around her, a woman is forced to face the versions of herself she thought she escaped.
Heatwave Scrimmage
What starts as a midnight rec-league scrimmage on softening ice spirals into a surreal arena of vanishing players, glitching architecture, and a rink that seems to need one woman’s body to stay coherent. The longer she skates, the clearer it becomes that the game has no intention of ending, only restarting.
Coordinates for Two
The Always Again Saga #1
Across continents, Lily and Poppy keep finding each other in places that feel just outside of time. What begins as chance becomes something harder to outrun: a love that keeps returning.
GloMart_0307.AVI: Playback Error
When a girl in a glittering jacket appears inside a looping camera feed from 1999, one night-shift worker begins to lose track of where the recording ends and reality begins. In the hum of fluorescent light and static, the store becomes something else entirely: a threshold for the lost, the unfinished, and the ones still waiting to be seen.
Static at the Edge of 29 Palms
In a desert where time stutters and the sky can’t hold itself together, a woman is confronted by a woman who insists they’ve done this before. This time, remembering might be the only way to stop losing her.
Writing The California Fever Dream
“Outside, the sky began changing colors like it was unsure which version of the sunset to run. A Joshua Tree caught fire, silently. Beautifully. And then reassembled itself in reverse.”
— Static at the edge of 29 Palms
“She could taste the day. Hot pennies. Sunscreen. The faint chemical sweetness of melted plastic… She told herself this was normal. California normal. A climate that didn’t ask permission.”
— What California Makes
“The heat was biblical and immediate. By the time she had crossed the wash and climbed the low rise beyond it, her shirt was sticking to her back and her thoughts had gone strangely bright around the edges.”