I didn’t have much bandwith for a proper ramble today. So, I stepped back and wrote a poem for my age. It’s a first draft, and I already have ideas where to go with it, but for now I say we all just enjoy it as it is. A newborn poem is a rare a moment.
Absolutely nothing happens on the ninth day of April. Absolutely nothing. And that’s why it’s the perfect day to ramble about sakura trees, and resolutions and what I want to see blossom in my life by this time next year.
I’m not one to brag about reading a book. But this past weekend, I managed to do something I haven’t done in a long while: start and finish a book in less than a week.
I don’t usually write down “goals” or the like, because in the past I found that to-do lists stress me out to the point that I do not accomplish any of the items on the list. Last weekend, though, I decided to try anyways.
The fugue state continues, but a recent encounter with Lil Nas X on the “Old Town Road” has led to the only thing I can do: keep moving.
I am exhausted. Exhausted and afraid. I’ve been writing a lot about things that have happened. Things that have long since past. I am watching the news, filtered through headlines, wondering what the hell I am going to do. I want to write, but the pen feels heavy and the ideas feel sealed. They exist […]
A little playlist I cooked up after reflecting on the words in this blog post. The music journalist in me just refuses to die. I cut my hair yesterday. Shaved my face clean, too. I’m of two minds about it. First things first: it goes against every instinct I’ve learned grace à la musique that […]
The Casual Ramble 