whence the moon shines upon
From an azure mug resting on a pine table, the earthy aroma of creamy hazelnut espresso lingered in the café’s cosy atmosphere, its wisps of steam drifting away into the air, engulfed by the drowsy soundwaves of a whimsical dream-pop beat that wafted through the dim-lit room. Something ever so peaceful could be found in the fuzzy ambient buzz; a boisterous silence akin to lush woods and…
Solace’s never been further away than now that term time is coming to an end. Enters its last round of hardcore assignments and brutal deadlines. And, contrary to Star Trek 's Scotty, I’m afraid, my cosplay as a miracle worker has been rather hit-and-miss lately. I can barely wait to resume my routine, start cooking again, de-mummify the books I am yet to read, cut down on the expensive late-night…
Long time no see! My routine has been shaken over the past couple of months, in the aftermath of the end of term, the holidays, the wrap-up of a work project, the endless paperwork for my Master’s enrolment. However, the truth is: ever since I heard of what digital gardens are , the idea of keeping a simple blog started to feel uninspiring. I’m far too Deleuzian for that. Speaking of which, I wish…
Life may often bore us with its ever-so-graceful adagio pace, only to give it a twist soon after and have everything happen to us all at once. Fortunately, the stale waters of my days saw their stream resume its course tenderly; springs of fresh impressions. It began on a wearisome Sunday, when, to shake off its blues, I went to the cinema. There, I realised my city was holding a Ghibli Studio…
Have you ever noticed how people nowadays seem so keen on justifying their choices, tastes, actions, personality traits, and anything else that subjectivates them? Not rarely, they present the rationale behind their value judgments in poor axiological fashion, searching for some kind of ethical, aesthetic or spiritual superiority. And they do so under the pretentious guise of an objective…
I’ve moved on my own recently, and at long last, I’ve got to decide everything. It’s a blessing and a curse; heaven knows decision fatigue is much too real. And that is perhaps the reason any happy little accident also feels sweeter. Even something as ordinary as finding the perfect match of softener and disinfectant for your laundry can feel like the scientific discovery of the century. Now, I’m…
Are you neurospicy and looking for a pet? Or maybe you have taken it to the next level and are looking for a neurospicy pet ??? You came to the right blog post. And since I am all in for accessibility, that also includes you, who may simply be into funny texts about parrots. Yeas, even if you are an oh-so-tedious-neurotypical. The title says it all: I’ll give you evidence parrots are freaking…
Away from Slateport, battling the few trainers at the beginning of Route 110 and the end of Route 103 proved harder than anticipated. Fortunately, Marquis the Surskit was nearly at level 22, so somewhere along the Trick House’s first challenge, she evolved into Masquerain. To my surprise, her evolution came with a whopping movepool upgrade: Air Cutter. This ROM hack must be using OR/AS learnsets.…
Some weeks ago, after watching a couple of AOKCraig’s videos on Pokémon and falling in love with his accent, I felt a strong urge to play some of the games again. At first I thought about the remakes for Game Boy Advance. However, I’d played Kanto so much it didn’t sound as enticing. The last region I’d visited was Johto, on a ROM hack called Pokémon Crystal Clear. Then it hit me: why don’t I try…
Malaise-stricken midweek, I figured the deep emotional rift that had been gnawing at me for much of the last fortnight had to be stopped. Lackadaisical, all days felt like Sundays. Stale, stifling still-lifes of rotten motifs. Lest I risk ruining a hard-earned, functional routine, I sought some kind of psychological renewal in the evergreen artistry of the unconscious. To rekindle my creativity, I…