blush print

Father, son, stadium/Who taught you to shout?

On football crowds, death, fascist aesthetics, and the boys we lose... or maybe something else entirely.

Mar 23 • D 🍎

I think the delivery man is in love with me

An essay about parcels, proximity, and accidental intimacy... I think

Feb 4 • D 🍎

You're not a poet, stop trying.

How everything that prevented me from being on Substack over the years turned into the very road towards my first Substack post. o.O

Jan 25 • D 🍎

Coming soon

This is blush print.

Sep 17, 2023 • D 🍎

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