venusxite
Welcome. This little corner of the web is where I keep the things I make — half-finished stories, drawings I made too late at night, songs I can't stop replaying. Nothing here is precious. Most of it is still being figured out.
If it's your first time: the novel is the biggest thing I'm working on right now. Everything else is a hobby that got out of hand.
— venus ✱Persona-lity
The Fighter didn't knock. She never knocked. She stood in the doorway with blood on her knuckles and asked Elena if the kettle was on, like it was any other Tuesday, like the whole city wasn't burning behind her. — Chapter 41, "the space between doors"Read from the beginning →
self-portrait, in blue
A piece I made at 2am after three cups of coffee and too much cocteau twins. The blue got away from me a little. I kept it anyway.
see the piece →echo chamber (fragment)
I keep the light on in case the room remembers me. It doesn't. It never does.
read the poem →cocteau twins — heaven or las vegas
Listening to this album is like being underwater in a cathedral. Everything sounds like it's happening three rooms away, and somehow that's the point.
read the review →jupiter in opposition
Saw the great red spot through the telescope tonight for the first time. Took me twenty minutes to convince myself it wasn't a smudge on the lens. It wasn't.
read the observation →- directing an indie anime project
- re-reading before the coffee gets cold
- in my shoegaze era (again)
- drafting chapter 56 of persona-lity
