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I've come to realize that my mind is an overloaded place. I usually come to this realization at least three times a year, every year. There's a certain perspective I try to visualize it from, which I'll try to verbally explain here. I'm curious if anyone else sorts out how they think like I do. Picture singular thoughts; remember to take your medications, call your grandpa, reply to a text you…
Has this ever happened to you? You’re suddenly aware of an itch you can’t scratch and you’re not even sure you’re actually itchy or if it’s all in your head? There's a feeling there, something, somewhere, but you can't quite place its location. Maybe you're reaching out to nowhere, unsure of what you're reaching for? Or you’re momentarily aware of how strange it is to be alive, walking around in a…
My last post was a labour of love toward one of my then-present mind spirals and, while I'm super proud of it, I'm left struggling with how I want to approach a new one. Life has been monotonous for a while. I've been gone on a fleeting mission to find writing inspiration. As a fervent lover of media in most of its malleable forms, I've been watching, listening, and reading a lot. This year I've…
I've unfortunately been thinking about Timothée Chalamet more than usual this past little while. Naturally, his name has been strewn across headlines and reddit threads since the release of Marty Supreme last December, but in the classic tale of actor foot-in-mouth disease, his interview clip about the waning popularity of opera and ballet has hit a nerve with many. Also me, it has hit a nerve…
I've always been a sentimental person. Sometimes I think it may be to my detriment, but that ugly feeling never holds much weight against my affinity for collecting. I've had many collections over the course of my 25 years lived: albums, ticket stubs, outdated tech, to name a few. Like writing, my fervent need to hold onto physical pieces of my life has kinda always been there, ever-present and…
To ease myself into unknown blogosphere waters, I thought I'd talk about the topic occupying a decent chunk of my mind lately: movies. Now please don’t immediately give up on me. I can recognize the horrifying sight of a 20-something online sharing unsolicited film commentary, but I promise I come from a place of having no room to judge. I haven't seen a majority of the classics, and I have a…