i'm a vegetarian and an intern at BOMB magazine and my girlfriend's name is kira, she lives in stockholm and i live in new york with my parents and the distance between new york and stockholm is a very prominent and unhappy fact in my life. i'm working on an article for BOMB about an obscure, difficult polish filmmaker named andrzej zulawski. i also teach a kind of after school pre school thing and tutor now and then and that takes up most of my time. i think i want to be a journalist when i grow up. i carry a purple notebook with me everywhere i go because i read somewhere that being or not being able to write down a thought in the moment is the difference between being or not being able to write. that's hard to say in my case but it gives me a sense of purpose. i have extremely few friends in new york city and am doing my best to romanticize my solitude. i have a pair of gold sneakers and a pair of red leather shoes and they make my feet too warm and they're embarrassingly splashy; i wish i had a pair of converse. there are documents that recently arrived in Dallas, Texas petitioning some US government agency to let kira come to the United States on an alien fiancee visa so that we can be together and also married. i'm not reading anything very interesting right now. my father gave me my first driving lesson in new york earlier today on my family's black, standard shift 2008 subaru outback. we live in Greenwich Village in a very big house. i have moderately radical leftist ideas about capitalism.

this is probably the most frank, factual thing i've ever written on here about my material life.