i don’t wanna be numb. i don’t wanna give in to despair. i want to keep caring and fighting for a better world! do i give a fuck about appearances / being socially appropriate? trying not to! (if it means upholding the unjust status quo)
i keep waking up in no mood to hear any music, podcasts, etc. and just focusing on the sounds of the commute. tune into that person mouthing off their lover on the phone. listen deeply to the screech of the subway as is settles into the station. embrace the sirens of passing emergencies. all are worth lending your ear to.
new-ish novel(2021?) dealing with listlessness, ambition, and "love". Joyce-ian?(i've never read Ulysses). set in LA. very contemporary style--there's one sequence involving a trip on some kind of super potent MDMA that made me feel like my head was melting while I was reading it. wanted to restart it right after finishing the last page.
