It’s strange that it’s the end of the summer, and we’re now in the thick of the Fall semester. Before…
Day 187: Perhaps the World Ends Here
The world begins at the stroke of midnight.Not quite yesterday, not quite today, and certainly not tomorrow,But a place in…
Day 182: if (self == lost) return;
After sifting through old high school essays yesterday, I stumbled on one I wrote my junior year about the desirable…
Day 181: Insomnia
Sleepless nights crouch,Cream-colored tigersStalking hidden amidst fine tailsof august grass, Silent bristling, beguilingA restless mind.Ceaseless monologues — Impart ignorant peace,…
Day 180: Journal, re: sadness
I’ve been a little sad the past week. Part of it has to do with my parents. So much uncertainty…
Day 178: What to do when latte art looks like semen
Serve it up!! So recently, I’ve started “on bar” at the cafe. Which means, effectively, that I’ve started to make…
Day 170: Ramble-y
Lentil fiasco! Steamed red lentils,Mashed potatoes —Dinner relatives,once, twice, thrice removed. The difference?Potatoes —They linger politely, whileLentilsleave unexcused. *** Melancholy,…
Day 133: “Stand on the shoulders of giants”
I told myself during this blank canvas of a year that I would read more. For the most part, it’s…
Tiny men and tiny chisels
I had a dream of a tiny world, where climate change was nothing but tiny men chipping away at ponderous…
A (Musing) Cat 