Freestyle writing, aspirational musings, singlehood, living in NYC, home ownership, etc.
I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. – Theodore Isaac Rubin every action, every decision we make however well-thought […]More
Stinging. Numb. I feel, don’t feel, anything. The crick in my neck twists in angst. My thoughts muddled, everything is unclear. There was a black room, I think. Concrete walls, covered in soot and ash; a breeze low and warm, was I outside at one point? I remember chalk writings on a wall, facing me? […]More
This weekend was a wash, I worked later than planned on Friday night. That over exhaustion plus the dread of the blizzard that wasn’t, left little incentive to wake up early on Saturday. Tigger was in agreement, as he let me be for hours until Dad’s shoveling scraped my eyes awake. All in all I […]More
This weekend was spent indoors, cleaning. It was the perfect weather for it seeing as the temperature was below freezing most of the weekend. I like my living area to be free from dust, as fresh and clean as the next person, but I personally find it hard to keep up with the day to […]More
Last night despite an abominable week at work I stayed up well past midnight to read. I have been on a streak as of late, voraciously reading through a book every other day. A physical book..not sure if or when I will convert to a Kindle perhaps when the price is not so astronomical, so […]More
in some ways i feel as if i’ve been reading Shantaram for an eternity, as if like Lin I too have been on an ardurous journey to self-enlightenment. the passages, read intermittently, take on episodic flash fiction like qualities. they become stories within chapters within stories. in the rest stops along the way I have […]More