
Years do odd things to Identity
time alters us so gradually that we rarely notice until we meet an older version of ourselves in memory
A space where I write to notice, reflect, and make sense of the world in fragments
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time alters us so gradually that we rarely notice until we meet an older version of ourselves in memory

Describing Nothingness: Reflections on Nausea by Sartre

stream of consciousness on a sunny morning (interrupted by my 9-5)

The Search: What’s Inspiring Me Lately;

stream of consciousness morning in Koh Phi Phi while I sip on my bitter black coffee and find out that I can't escape myself, no matter where I go

To never be defined. To never stop exploring, learning. To experience life as long as I'm alive. - Jerico Silvers

How Osamu Dazai’s daughter reimagined themes of female alienation, offering a stark counterpoint to her father’s male centered existential despair

on how the unpredictability and imperfections of film photography (grain, light leaks, and smudges) helped me let go of perfectionism and embrace creativity with more freedom

I feel guilt of wanting to create when society glorifies hustle and “grind culture.”

or is being offline the new luxury only rich people can afford?