The anticipation had built for hours: I am on my way to get dropped off of an airplane. It is said (if not by someone else, then I'll just make this up right now) that we discover the most intimate depths of ourselves in the moments we get closer to our uncharted territory; to our … Continue reading The moment before the drop
Do you ever sit and wonder about all the paths you had to go down through in order to reach a certain point, and, if so, do you ever feel the grip of the inevitability that tells you it was bound to happen?
There's a steep, roundabout turn right before getting on to the international airport freeway at home
Have you even been so hungover on a ferry you weren't even supposed to be in (because you hopelessly watched the first one sail away) that little kids ask their parent if you're sick or dying? I have. I'm a sucker for all modes of transportation, so I'll try any and all ways to get … Continue reading Ferry on
Maybe everything matters in the small scale because we are universes ourselves- Our worries seem small compared to the gas giants lighting up the sky but our tears dwarf the tiny atoms in our eyes like a giant mirror; And the Earth seems so big and distance seems so overwhelming but have you read about … Continue reading More on infinities
Lesson number one, to be stated now but for us to come back to later: life happens. The typical reaction I got when telling people that I was going to Iceland for a weekend was "what? Just a weekend?". Yes. Because honestly, sometimes a weekend is enough. Not to explore the whole country or even … Continue reading The concept/principle of going abroad for a weekend
My ankles throb and I can't sleep - body tired, mind racing. There are itches and scratches and bruises to poke at, there's the temperature and the position and some annoying static noise coming from the radio. It's dark but my eyes have adapted to the dark, and so it feels like it could well … Continue reading Tank fish
Life's a cycle, a circle. While I get the poetic meaning and all, why is this random point of the rotation of the earth around the sun the one starting point? Circles don't have a beginning or an end - it makes no sense. We've conditioned ourselves to time so much we made it into … Continue reading I don’t believe in “new year new me” anymore