top of page

The Ctrl Alt Delete
All Posts
i want to do everything, so i do nothing
For as long as I can remember, I’ve never known what to do. Some part of me thinks I could settle into living in a nice enough house, take care of my children, and practice endless hobbies. Another part of me knows that will never satisfy my soul that yearns to live in Europe and continue to travel, to make a living writing movies, directing them, and being paid lavishly to illustrate my thoughts—to bounce between fame, fortune, and homeliness. Another small part of me thinks
mayargrandy
Nov 31 min read
a fish out of water, in a sea that belongs
I knew I was lost again when I was 16 years old and praying each night to wake up with an injury bad enough to justify being bedridden and alone for the foreseen future. The pain instantly brought me back to the fluorescent-lit classrooms of the pre-pandemic years, in which we sat for nearly eight hours consecutively. The low hum of the digital white board and the sound of impatient, tapping feet were enough of a sensory overload to solidify an understanding of the deep crack
mayargrandy
Oct 262 min read
bottom of page