Flowing

letters keep flowing onloose sheetsacross tables acrossdreamspearls of streamsshedding leavesconnectingstories and feelings; thatcannot be put into wordstrippy thoughts on a tour, on a tripbeauty left behinda bygone eraburied memories lyingwith their sweet ancestors

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Lost in the Mist

Lost in the Mist [Abridged] Clock in, clockwork, clock out, just like any other day. What was I working on again? correcting the exec presentations? helping a teammate out with the work he “couldn’t” do? Either way, I knew I would get zero credit for it. Day in, day out, flying across the floor to……

Why Do Art

Why be creative? Yes it gives us satisfiction, yes it’s rewarding, yes we like beauty But why not just consume? is it okay to work for those feelings? Why do you like art? Art is a practice of thinking, of listening to yourself; it’s a practice to communicate Art is communication; shared stories are comfort;……

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Memoir Notes

We get told that we don’t remember much when we grow older because we don’t have interesting lives when we’re older. I disagree with that. I’ve been doing a lot of interesting things, but I don’t remember them clearly because I’m always thinking about other things when I’m doing them. I’m planning too much into……

ORCH.EXTRA\E.MOTION

Another pistachio latte caffeine-filled insomniac nights. It’s 4 AM. I have a breakthrough in how I understand my emotions. It takes ideas I discussed with my friends and events that I’ve noticed. Shubham — Being comfortable with uncomfortable emotions Erica — Laughing really helped me feel calmer Emotions as imperfect responses to situations — singing……

I’VE LOST

I’ve lost I’ve lost I’ve lostI’ve lost the curls in my hairI’ve lost the battle I’ve lost the warI’ve lost everything I earnedeverything I’ve ownedEverythingWorld’s not fairwords don’t fareIf I’ve lost I’ve lostdripping late into the midnightdrizzling tears on my cheeksI’ve lost I’ve lost I’ve lostI’ve lost the one thing I careI’ve lost what made……

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DUMPSTER GREASE

Some days I’m very restless. A feeling that bubbles up in my body that is hard to describe. If I had to talk about it, it would be a swirl of feelings, like stringy cheese – pulled across the body. A swirling whirlpool, it keeps going round and round, like a wild shark trapped in……

Dora’s Pandora

A while back, long time ago, there lived a girl who opened the Pandora’s Box and got lost. She was flung across the world to meet new adventures as they come. Don’t worry, they’re still having an exciting and adventurous life. However, for today, we’re looking at the sunny SoCal where those little legs went……

24/33 [High on Dreams]

Last week has been an interesting week. I don’t really remember much because I was sleeping so much. It was either work or coming back, reading something and going to sleep. I finally finished 1984 and I’m pleasantly surprised about the ending. I expected the ending to be positive, but it turned out completely dystopian.……

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24/34 [Feelings]

HELLO! I had a greatish weekend. And a great week. I’ve been feeling very on the edge with my feelings and it’s been a hard time to get used to the feelings. I’ve been thinking — if I don’t feel, how will I be able to translate whatever I’ve felt and seen into words I……

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Play Time

I had the most interesting conversation with a colleague. It lasted a minute at max. But it really hit something home which I’ve been thinking on for a while. I was telling Narmi about my weekend – how I was talking to my friends and their cat. I told her that I was a cat……