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It is cruel that we live such a short time on this earth and yet must choose between walking across the bridge, replacing broken binoculars, eating a fresh pizza, and buying a little book. I want to experience every pleasure every moment every day. I want to be an atom of bliss. (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!
Apr 23, 2025
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might sound corny but comparison is indeed the thief of joy, setting goals definitely helps but just waking up each day and knowing you're alive is already such a privilege!! i do get it though, it feels like time goes by way too fast
Feb 8, 2025
time will pass anyways.
soon we will be old and we will regret being in such a hurry in our daily lives. of course I understand (and identify with) that sometimes we are lost and some days are worse, some months are difficult.
but there is still time. there is no perfect life to be achieved. it is just life. and it ends. so enjoy it
Feb 9, 2025
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why the hell should i ever be pragmatic!!! life is short!!!
Apr 23, 2024
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No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“
This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
Jan 22, 2025
Mar 3, 2025
My calendar this year has 52 of these week at a glance pages but I don’t think that way. So, I've been inspired by Ross Gay’s Book of Delighs to start recording the little moments and sensations that bring me joy throughout the day. An analog pi.fyi, if you will.
heres some of what I have so far:
- Waking up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor‘s footstep. It sounded nostalgic. Felt like company.
- Strawberry jam
- feeling tender for strangers: their lips, nail colors, their small wrists. Thinking of all the lives we hold gently.
- A young girl bought an LP at the bookstore just before I left. She stroked its cover with love
- Green tiles —the mint shade always makes me think of Jancie
- Charlie’s little bop and punch dancing to some German language punk
- lunch with Katherine, curry Brussels sprouts
- small talk at the photo studio. The photographer's brother was named after their dad, stole his identity, bought jet skis.
Jan 13, 2025