Rachelle is mostly confused, definitely a little lost, and usually bleary eyed and stumbling. She created this space as a means to comprehend the world around her, applying her own method to the madness. She’s a bit of a walking contradiction, romance and cynicism, beauty and gore, sharp tongued but weak willed. Her goal is to be honest, and in doing so she hopes you find comfort in the words, she hopes you find glimmers of yourself in them. When she’s not writing she’s binge watching Stranger Things for the millionth time, crying to the music of Townes Van Zandt or drinking gin as she spirals her way through some form of existential crisis.
“Right now I’m trying to take you on a journey of my life. I hope you enjoy the ride and hang on to your hat cause the tops down.” -My Aunty Kit.
asia, in her own words
Ahh, how many times have I had the pleasure of other people providing a definition for me? I mean, my name is a goddamn continent. This is refreshing. I’d like to (finally) believe I’m a little magical, like I can make anything happen. If I say it enough times, if I push myself hard enough, if I continue to do everything while trying to be good, I’ll get where I want to be. I’ll get further from who I used to be. I suppose the better question is who am I trying to be, who am I transitioning into. Well, I now don’t mind warm beer or cold coffee. I don’t try to cower under awnings when it rains, and I don’t worry about the sweat that forms in the spot between my nose and my lips on a hot day. I don’t get anxious when I haven’t been home in a while, and I don’t try to settle down when the sun does. I mostly enjoy life behind the eye of a viewfinder, aiming to put different situations I’d have labelled as mundane through any other eyes in front of it. I enjoy observing the ordinary– things you wouldn’t look twice at, capturing it, and representing it as something you can’t tear your eyes from. Actually, that reflects well as a depiction of myself, I am the ordinary– becoming extraordinary. Perfectly within and without. Come chant mantras with me, come push with me, come see the magic.