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Noah Kahan

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Sustainable
If you accidentally make coffee without a filter, you’ll know it. It doesn’t become coffee, really. The water pours like rain through the grounds, unable to steep the coffee and have time to extract all its goodness. The pot fills with hot water and the grounds swirl around like silt at the bottom of a lake.
The filter is essential to the process so that the coffee is made slowly. Plus it removes the unnecessary bits, and percolates them until it has time to extract what we hoped to capture.
I feel like I lived my life without a filter for too long. Every morning, I willingly opened the news, I scrolled Facebook, then I switched to Instagram. I’d even listen to a YouTube video on my way to work and on my way home too. And that cycle repeated throughout the day. Strangers berate each other in the comments. News titles made irresistible to read of your doom. Election year inspired extra division. Information in the echo chamber.. I became deeply invested in what was being said. And between the ups and downs of polling, the small world of social media shows images I can’t unsee from the war in Gaza of innocent babies and grieving humans and war. Feeling helpless and scared and sad and anxious deep in my tissues and jaw.
That pot of coffee made without a filter is just murky and meaningless. Grounds suspend and sink and swirl around in upswells of hot water.
It’s important to stay informed. In fact, I’m of the belief it’s privileged not to. But in this age, it must be done thoughtfully. We live in 24 hour news cycles, the bombardment of information, and opinions. None of the information we receive can really be examined and processed and reduced to meaning.
I deleted the news and social media off of my phone just after the election result, and at first my mind felt like a flurried backlog of emotions and thoughts and fears. I couldn’t get a handle on any of it. I cried non-stop. Life felt meaningless as I tried to sort through all this information I’ve been collecting. Trying desperately to find some peace.
I’m still working on it.
A friend calls me and asks if I’ve heard the latest news. The day’s information still finds me — but is able to percolate.
Everyday I wake up and there’s a rage inside of me; a rage against some people I love, a rage against strangers, a rage against men, a rage against ignorance and stupidity and lawlessness and evil.
I can contain it, but it lives inside of my chest. I hardly recognize myself.
my love in his fields
Flower farm butterfly 🤍
Rose ‘Ash Wednesday’
Flower farm in Indiana
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spring flowers • Daily Farm
The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
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Oh hey, Tumblr..
My landing place when I want to turn the world off. And I do today. I simply can’t stay engaged anymore. It’s been a whole year I stayed engaged to stay informed. Alongside a whole year I fought the demons in my brain that told me I wasn’t good enough for anyone or anything. I suppose I’ll have to keep those, but maybe they’ll become quieter as my world becomes quieter and smaller. The world spins madly on.
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Life upside down
Some say love is a burnin’ thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh, but I know love as a fadin thing
Just as fickle as a feather in the stream