Kinda Been Into Podcast Lately. Keeping It Together.

“ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ: ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs”, 1994. x

the smell of freshly baked banana cake and sweet chocolate in the kitchen, iced mocha, uni outfit check and that big spider inside my class 🥵. It was a productive day and finished critical reading assignment of an article (summary, pros, cons and comment). Next week would be another busy session of trying to finish one write-up (it's like 5 pages, font 10, single line spacing ㅠㅠ) , one presentation, case studies also, group meetings.

LOUIS ASTON KNIGHT (detail)

Semester break had ended, and it's the start of my final semester for Masters in Management! Always starting the day with coffee. The weather is hot and humid, hence the iced latte.

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

Crying

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

Mary Oliver, "Starlings in Winter"