I don’t believe in the resilience of the human heart. I don’t because I am aware that I have a limit. Even if I cannot perceive the exact details of my limits, I am still aware that the limit exists. I know that one day I will break to the point of no recovery. I […]Read more "and so it goes"
I just spent the last hour on LinkedIn, scanning the career progressions of various individuals with similar interests as me. I have not even started my summer internship yet, much less finish the semester, but I am already stressed about my job prospects for the next year. Will I get a return offer? Do I […]Read more "things will work out"
I met another American affiliate student in my seminar the other day. It was an interesting experience, but not necessarily in a positive way. At best, I found the interaction jarring. The conversation went something like this: Me: … Oh cool, how are you enjoying yourself so far? Her: I’m just so tired. You as […]Read more "“busy”"
I have often compared concerts to religious experiences. This was not an exception. Sasha Sloan is my goddess. But, it was weird. It was weird in the sense that this is the first concert that I have paid for in over 6 months, and it feels weird that so much of my life has changed […]Read more "sasha sloan @ dingwalls"
This morning, I walked over to the English department office and submitted the three essays, each composed of 4,000 words, that I have been working on for the past month. My roommate had told me that writing these essays have made me insane. To some extent, I agree. Before this term, I had not ever […]Read more "the afternoon after portfolio submission"
A review of Billie Eilish’s debut album, WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? I really don’t know. Where do we go? Her album starts with the proclamation that she is taking out her Invisalign, preceded by some intimate slurps of some liquid followed by some greasy cackles into the distance. Although with […]Read more "good question, billie, where do we go?"
I appreciate the quiet in the morning. Far from a call for productivity, I sit in the quiet on my plush sofa and observe the dim yellow hue emanating from my window. I sit in silence, helping myself to a cup of coffee whenever I make the choice to continue living. I sit in my […]Read more "on those mellow mornings i sit down and weep"