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esskay
Hey hey. I'm Sasha.
Digital storyteller,
Photographic narrator,
Hogwarts alum.
In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic.
My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it.
My pen is mightier than my sword.

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Truth is, I'm not innocent. I'm just an abstinent fireplace that doesn't wanna feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore so don't mind the ashes. They're just evidence of how brightly I can glow and I wanna glow hard like one dim star on an otherwise starless night that shines just to prove its fidelity.

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  new year, new shenanigans
Monday, February 1, 2016 || 7:39 AM
It's been a while since I've done this. For whatever reason, the beginning of the year always sucks for me. So come February, I usually try to hit the reset button and start over. It hasn't all been sucky, though. Last week, there was this crazy ass blizzard that took over NYC. You know, in case you missed it. But before that, my friend Joel and I went on what I am sure is the first of many random shenanigans in 2016.
During the month of January, There was an art exhibit in the Knockdown Center called Suspended Forest. Aptly named, as it is a forest that hangs from the ceiling and consisting of discarded Christmas trees. I thought it was a pretty dope concept so I called the only person I know who is always down for whatever random ideas I come up with and dragged him out there to see what it was all about. And let me just say, my pictures do not do it justice.


 Joel, lurking



I feel like I didn't really capture the full beauty of it but it was more than just a room full of old Christmas trees. It's hard to explain. I think, for me, it highlighted the beauty in death. Death is something that has touched my life and touched it often in recent years. Just last week, I lost someone who was like an aunt to me and I'm not gonna lie; losing someone in a way so final is the hardest thing I've ever done. But walking through that room was an entirely different perspective on death. A hanging forest is cool, sure. But imagine walking on a concrete floor covered in pine needles with their fragrance surrounding you. The closer the tree gets to dying, the more it dries out, the more beautiful it becomes. And even though you're sad to see it go, you enjoyed it while it lasted. Maybe it's just me, but it definitely gave me something to think about.
Last year was a weird one for me. I'm not entirely sure that's a bad thing but it was different, for sure. There were things I experienced, old friends that became new again and vice versa. It was a very reflective year for me and I'm just hoping that I can take what I've learned and put it into making 2016 awesome. I hope that everyone had an awesome holiday (even though I'm a whole month late) but more importantly, I hope you're all having an amazing new year.

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