Curioustart: Inhabiting Myself Once Again Curioustart is like many online journals before, it’s a diary of sorts rising from the wake of ancient chaos! LO...
Horizontal for two hours. Delayed in the terminal. I can't decide which one of us is the daydream. Watching you lie there on the carpet. Your body is a slow-moving ball on the floor caught by my eyes, frame by frame. That's how you want to be loved, you said. Frame by frame. In layers. In a palette. A chord I can pluck. Make echoes in succession. But unlike echoes, you want to become clearer as…
It amuses me when different friends randomly update me about one of my exes. Let’s call him M. M and I parted ways back in 2012. I like to believe we ended on good terms, if his last message to me was any proof of that. Through these rare dispatches, I've learned M had grown his hair long. I know that he has abs now. I was made aware too of the time he was in Europe or Australia for the holidays.…
It was the vividness that was impressed on me first. I saw her halving the tablets with a knife on the table top of her sewing machine. She mumbled about making it last and prioritizing patriarch’s medicine first. She said my father would burst in anger if he saw his own supply started to dwindle. The younger me, already in late teens was always slow on the uptake, so I just watched her, barely…
There was a feng shui article I've read a long time ago that featured practical instruction for furniture layout inside the bedroom. One of the tips said that we should avoid putting too many books inside our bedrooms. It relegated books as active energy (yang) similar to living plants, and therefore not recommended for a good night's sleep. Books are widely correlated with wisdom and knowledge.…
I want to feel the full weight of your body. I’m not asking for sex. It’s not even cuddle. I just want to feel you sleeping. Your breath sinking, merging with mine. My heartbeat pressing with yours. Your spine cruising my sternum and belly. Be a mountain range over me. Or be my Sky. I’ll be your Earth; We’ll be a planet for a quiet long moment. …when the full weight of your body presses with mine.…
Reader’s Note: I want to pay tribute to the books I’ve read without raving or ranting. I also want to stay away from performing a book review. My solution? Booknotes . A blog post with a brief introduction proceeded by a collection of book quotes I called tender juicy meaty parts. These gems don’t have to be nuggets of wisdom. They can be captivating arrangement of words, dramatic questions,…
I read an article about James Baldwin this afternoon. It’s about writing. Although ninety-nine percent of the entire essay was already forgotten the moment I closed the page, there’s one sentence that stuck with me. “The hardest thing in the world is simplicity.” It stuck with me because Clarice Lispector also wrote something similar in her novel The Hour of the Star: “Make no mistake, I only…
Reader’s Note: Idea Pod is a collection of random ideas I am sharing out in the open. The articles are first and foremost descriptive of my ruminations. It has no intention to be prescriptive to anybody but me; ideas finally organizing themselves, like autumn leaves dancing in the breeze for so long, finally settling down neatly on the ground. The essay below is a collection of my thoughts on how…
Reader’s Note: kaswal is a chill, self-directed growth life course I’ve made this year. As of writing, it’s a free program I’m offering to my mutuals and friends. The essay below details the origin story and the context that led to this project. The Fun Is in Growing Your Wings… Mid-air It all begins not with me, but with a friend. Let’s call him Koala QC. One time, Koala QC decided to offer paid…
"What if you could turn back time?" I heard the teaspoon settled on the base of his cup. The sound simmered along with the vapor of the creamer and essence of the coffee rising in the air. It was sweet. "I don't really care about turning back time." "With what then?" I asked. There was a transparent awe on his face, he was watching me watching him. The anger that ruined us were smoke now of long…