This (k)new name, for me, is not a tie-cut but an invitation.
Mel lived every day in direct defiance of death. As in, laughing heartily and heavily in the face of death, all between poems and blog posts and crochet patterns.
All day it’s felt like winter break. No, all day it’s felt like an interminable scene posing as winter break, not doing particularly well at it, because rather than leaving me warm it’s leaving me hollow. I did my usual routine today, the one I’ve grown intimately familiar with in this week that’s felt bothContinue reading “oh glorious routine”
What behavior can be positively, or neutrally, attributed to neurodivergence, and what (regardless of attribution) is neither positive nor neutral, and must be improved in order to live in good faith with other human beings?
Mutually following some friends from high school leaves open the possibility for anyone to find me, forcing me to contend with the reality of my life’s non-segmentation. It forces me to contend with the fact that the segmentation is purely in my own mind, that it’s only in my own mind that my life comes in “eras,” and that I’m an extra in everyone else’s story with a long and continuous plot-line, not one that comes in parts or chapters.
What if we taught each other how to practice a therapy better than therapy, one based on shared respect and shared struggle?
My home environment, though right now haunted by the final paper, due as late as May 16th, I have not yet turned in, is overwhelmingly more conducive to all forms of critical and creative thought than MHC was, if only because it acts as a change of scenery. I sit right now at my desk,Continue reading “buzzzzzz (changes in the scenery)”
I. More meditations on the “abroad” & acclimations to the non-norm. I had been looking forward to marking this blog’s first birthday, which actually occurred almost a week ago now. I thought I would go back to that first post and find several of the resolutions I thought I remembered posting, and perhaps make thisContinue reading “re-addressing re(-)solutions”
Every now and then, when I’m cruising through Spotify, I spot a song that takes me back. It’ll be totally unexpected; I may not have ever remembered liking this or that song independent of Spotify’s prompting. It will likely make me cringe, especially because throughout my life I have been convinced of the superiority ofContinue reading “a word of recommendation: cringy old tunes”
Goals past, present, and future.