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Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. It’s all about taking in as much of what’s out there as you can, and not letting the excuses and the dreariness of some of the obligations you’ll soon be incurring narrow your lives. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.

You’ll notice that I haven’t talked about love. Or about happiness. I’ve talked about becoming — or remaining — the person who can be happy, a lot of the time, without thinking that being happy is what it’s all about. It’s not. It’s about becoming the largest, the most inclusive, most responsive person you can be.

Susan Sontag

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This diary is my kief, hashish, and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice. Instead of writing a novel, I lie back with this book and a pen, and dream, and indulge in refractions and defractions… I must relive my life in the dream. The dream is my only life. I see in the echoes and reverberations, the transfigurations which alone keep wonder pure. Otherwise all magic is lost. Otherwise life shows its deformities and the homeliness becomes rust… All matter must be fused this way through the lens of my vice or the rust of living would slow down my rhythm to a sob.

Anaïs Nin

I am going to write my thesis about how dicking around on the internet is important for art and intimacy and stuff, just as soon as I get off this tumblr.

English and Gender Studies Student, University of Chicago

Being bored and boring is the worst thing

I grew up with constant change in my life. And then I moved around—a lot.
I not only inherited an aversion to the nine-to-five routine, but the sense
from my parents that being bored and boring is the worst thing that you can
be. Obviously there are times when exactly what is required is just going
through the motions, and when doing nothing is the best thing. But at other
times, you have to make that leap beyond your immediate environment. You have to take the risk of feeling slightly foolish and delve in and bring
out the emotions. And it’s down to minutes at a time because here you are,
and no matter what’s happened to you that day, no matter what kind of mood
you’re in, you’re going to manage to do it because it’s all you have. In
those moments, you rise to the occasion or not. You either decide to take
the easy way out, which means you’re only going to disappoint yourself and
everybody else, or you take the risk right now of being a fool, which is
the only way you’ll end up being exhilarated later. Though, more often than not, it will be fleeting.

No one can travel your own road for you; you must travel it for yourself.


I strive to be a skeptic, in the best sense of that word: I question everything, and yet I’m open to everything. And I don’t have immovable beliefs. My values shift and grow with my experiences—and as my context changes, so does what I believe.


No one can tell you how you must understand the world, and you can’t say what someone else must do or be.

A fantastic reminder from Amy Tan, adding to our ongoing archive of sage advice.

Also se Anaïs Nin on the ever-evolving self and Carl Sagan on mastering the vital balance between skepticism and openness.

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Existential crisis. Sunday edition.

 I write in the hopes that I may effectively describe even a sliver of
the wonder that courses through my very being. I will never perfectly
describe any aspect of reality, hell, humans can only perceive less than
0.00000000001% of the electromagnetic spectrum in the Universe, but I’ll be
damned if I don’t keep trying.

Writing mirrors life. The ups and downs go on forever and as long as we
accept the ride for what it is and go with the flow, we should be
fine. I pursue my written meditation because even when I can’t
immediately put the right words onto paper, the process of trying forces me
to pay attention to the tiniest intricacies and minute beauties layered on
top of each other to form the texture of our fantastic reality.  As Alan
Watts put it: “Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through
our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses
through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its
magnificence.” With every subtle, magnificent detail that we notice and
attempt to explicate via the written word, we learn more about the Kosmos,
and thus, ourselves.

On evolving

This blog has become a compilation of curiosities and cultural musings. To inspire of course. But the thing is, apart from sharing these interests, I haven’t been showing anyone exactly who I am. I now want my blog to show all sides of my life. 

Stay tuned. Please.


"behaved— I suppose deviously… a certain amount of resistance… keeps you awake" @parisreview interview ✨

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

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