Author Archives: abigailscott

They Shall Not Grow Old

Old photographs have always turned a page in my head. I can remember as a child staring at the colorless faces atop my Grandmother’s dresser. Asking who they were. Marvelling at their faces being forever frozen in time. As I grew older I remember looking at some of the faces in my history book with […]

An Open Letter to Caroline Calloway

Unfortunately I am one of the 1,000 or so people who were duped into your now infamous ‘workshop’. I was so excited to purchase my $167 ticket that I made my little sister sit and wait in the car with me before we went in to buy holiday decorations just to be sure I could […]

Sobriety and the unveiling of, well, everything.

When you’re sober, you’re yourself all the time. With the exception of a deep sleep where my subconscious takes over, I am thinking, feeling, and living every second of my life. That is not to say that those who partake in drinking or drugging aren’t themselves, but (for lack of a better word) I am […]

To Mac, and the rest of us.

The last few days I’ve listened to Mac Miller’s final album ‘Swimming’ something like 20 times. When I’m not listening to it, I’m still feeling it. The sounds layered under the most mundane of tasks to the darkest corners my mind can go on the last train home. Mac Miller was an addict. The word itself […]

Turn and face the strange.

I spoke to my mother earlier and she wanted to make sure I was alright as the photo I posted yesterday was one where I ‘looked sad’. I am sad. I want to say this because 1. Talking about it helps and 2. Depression can sometimes be triggered by a series of unfortunate events that […]

gone dark.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is hostile. Love is cold. Recently I fell in love with someone for the first time in just about 5 years. Head over heels. When your heart breaks you swear to yourself you’ll never be so foolish again. You’re vigilant in your declaration at first, but over time […]

par for the course.

That first night I wore camouflage and lost the jacket but found you. I lost myself that night. Most all at once then the rest in the days I loved you. The man who moved into the apartment after we’d left blew his head off somewhere in the room we used to sleep. I stared […]