I looked up and saw a leaf stuck on my window, to the left of the little buddha statue that plays the duel role of reminding me about the minimalistic philosophies I try to adhere to, and of keeping my makeshift curtain in place.

I've always felt some kind of connection to autumn leaves, as though each and every one was a little person bustling about, ultimately unleashed from a tree and left to swirl around on its own. When I see one I feel its presence as though it had a personality and story to tell. I collect leaves. I walk through them purposely. I tattoo them onto my body.

This one, it is stuck on my window, to the left of the little buddha statue. It reminds me that I am alone, and that I am not alone. It reminds me that it is just a leaf, stuck on a window, to the left of the little buddha statue, looking down towards the courtyard as we do today.