[pinchinmeself]

revisiting the past traces of myself as marks left on the internet creates a weird feeling, but one that maybe means that my past self is seen by who i am today, despite the spectatorship nature of it all. how much actually does the summation of the internet collage of things that i associate deeply with my identity do reflect something about me? or that everything consists parts of you despite your lack of knowledge about it? is this cyber existence of myself not me or indeed is this virtuality actually who i am? living without a face and without the constraints that my social reality chains me to?

[saintvellum]

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”

— Kurt Vonnegut (via wordsnquotes)

[pinchinmeself]

At some point I think I hear the quiet raging of my books against me

Currently reading: the notebooks of malte laurids brigge

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2022 life-update:

First time scoring 20/21 out of an English writing paper, which is a short story about a horse. Let’s cheers to it.

First time start reading on phones and multiple devices to save paper and most importantly my purse. Again congrats.

First time deleting Instagram for good so I might have some inner peace in dealing in my own shits. I deem it not as near a selfish act to piece yourself up before reaching out to others. So it’s kind of a milestone. Peace.

First time having quite a full schedule of studying. Hard at first but…it’s getting better.

Some quotes here from a currently read book, Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

D-day 64 to exam for uni entry.

[pinchinmeself]

Recent read: Coventry by Rachel Cusk

[pinchinmeself]

In need of going to a bookstore again. I couldn’t suppress the urge yeah.

[pinchinmeself]

I’m in no position for self-pity, just let this runs free like a river and all will be fine.