Running my fingers through the somewhat uneven surface of my face feels like revelation, a new discovery in which my…
Reading Murakami and learning how to be alone
There is a part in Norwegian Wood where the protagonist is on a tram by himself, riding across the streets…
On toxic positivity
A yellow poster with 3D printed writing on it sits on my wall; it has done so for the past…
“Girl, Woman, Other” and the synchronicities of life
There’s nothing I love more than a good – and softly, aesthetically, realistically plot-less – book. “Plotless” is always a…
The Happiest Songs on Earth
After a few days of absence due to both being sick and having to move houses, I am back on…
Art from Home
Art changes with the times, even in the most unusual ways. In the time of self isolation, it has had…
Self-Growth and Isolation
I might seem repetitive or really delusional, but I’m desperately trying to find positives about being stuck in the house…
The Everyday Poet.
When I first started this blog a few years ago, I wrote a bunch of posts about metaphors, their significance…
Your own company.
As much as I would like to firmly state the opposite, stomping my feet and arguing that I am incredibly…
Sticking to a Schedule (and keeping happy)
Yesterday we spoke about creating a schedule and how this does not necessarily have to be productive, and I shared…
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