It’s proven beyond difficult for me to prettily articulate what I want this blog to be “about” because it feels as if it’s ever-evolving. But I like what Camus said: “A writer has some hope… [h]e assumes that his works will bear witness to what he was.” I don’t know what I was, if I ever was or will ever be anything, but who I am is continuously being influenced by the places I travel to, the music I listen to, the friends who make me laugh, the books that act as mental fireworks, and those pesky feelings that announce themselves in a full-body grip. So, that’s what I’ll be writing about.
BTW, my name is Modesty. Right now I’m based in Valencia, Spain, but I’m originally from Southern California. Besides the obvious things, I love doing yoga, petting cats, eating dark chocolate, staring into space, watching reality TV, and listening to Father John Misty–– who I’ve seen live three times now, but who’s counting. In this moment my favorite piece on the blog is an essay I wrote about my Lisboa 2022 trip.