Reveries turned reality

Like being stuck in a reverie, but it’s reality On the bus ride back home from the first day of AYA, I had Phoebe Bridgers’ “I Know the End” blaring from my earbuds. Maybe because of my innate tendency to romanticize every little thing in life–preferring to live in reveries rather than reality–but it felt …

David Alfaro Siqueiros and Me

The old fire station on Olvera Street– the first station in Los Angeles– caught my eye. I walked in on the day of our first field trip and was surprisingly welcomed by a historian who looked over the memorabilia.  We ended up having a conversation for twenty minutes. She was a wealth of knowledge– from …