i am nostalgic for wHen the world had weight. when memories weren’t just saved but heLd.
receipts folded like secret letTers / coins scraped together in sweaty palms / counted twice - just enough for ice cream.
i miss the peRmanence of ink on paper / the way library books carried the scent of stRangers / the way a handwritten note felt heavier than a hundred unread messages.
there was something reAl in the effort.
rewinding a cassette to hear your favorite song agAin / flipping through photo albums with smudged fIngerprints / taping concert setlists to bedroom walls - as if pinning the moment in plAce.
now things slip through fingers like liGht.
tickets are qr codes, letters are piXels,
memories exist in the cloud, weightless and waitIng,
but never quite ours to hold.
Feb 22, 2025
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I love stuff and i love hanging onto things. I love that i have a stack of letters my friends and i wrote and passed back and forth in class at 13 years old. I love that i still have the fake menu my best friend and i made when we were 8 for our fake restaurant that only served bug-based dishes. I love that i have a drunk love note scrawled on toilet paper at 3 in the morning in 2012. seemingly meaningless things like this from my past help remind me that I’ve actually led a wonderfully full life despite often feeling like I’ve not done enough.
Jan 29, 2025
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here is the list of things that may or may not be helpful :
• mouldy diaries
• archaic blogs
• long forgotten folders on your computer
• 5 years old chat archives
• comments you left under some posts on tumblr when you were 10 years younger
• your first meticulously collected playlist
• scent of the book that were collecting dust on your shelf for the last decade because you “grew out of it”
Sep 21, 2024
yes it sounds like some kind of cheesy wall hanging you'd find in a world market or bed, bath and beyond.
but it also has the benefit of being true.
nobody has endless time. eventually, the world calls "time out" on our journey and this one, on this planet, comes to an end.
thought experiment: some day (when you aren't personally over-scheduled or distracted and have a moment to just.... breathe.... and check out what's happening around you)
watch the people you come into contact with throughout your day.
are they well and truly present? engaged? or are they looking at their phones, with faraway eyes, thinking of (or wishing they were) somewhere else?
the trick to this life, I think, is to focus on and enjoy the present.
there is a lot of beauty and meaning in everyday life.
from the very smallest tasks and encounters to the mountaintop moments we all experience.
meaningful encounters create the good old days.
wonderful experiences (all shapes and sizes) create the good old days.
helping other people succeed (or celebrating their wins, big and small) create the good old days.
giving love or support or care with no expectation of any sort of return creates the good old days.
telling someone how meaningful they have been in your life creates the good old days.
I'm not into nostalgia -- at all! I feel like it's a trap from which people often fail to escape (ever met anyone who peaked in high school?)
so: let today be the first of many good old days.
compliment a stranger.
be less hard on yourself.
take an unscheduled minute just to savor something tiny about the world as it spins.
pet a dog. maybe yours. maybe someone else's.
there's more than enough cruelty and ambivalence and outright apathy in this world.
some of it even governs countries. big ones.
make this one of many good old days by extending kindness, care, and demonstrate that you give a shit about someone or something.
create your very own eras tour.
in loss, there is love. (pain too, reminding you that it mattered)
in death, there is life.
in life, there is hope.
in hope, there are any number of good old days to come.
Friday, March 7, 2025: was a good old day. 🌎
PS: As per usual, Blur provide the perfect soundtrack to this thought bubble (link).
"Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
He works nights but it's not much fun/
Picks up the London yo-yo's
All on their own down Soho, take me home"
Mar 7, 2025
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i often just want to paint real quick. intending to just dabble a bit. before i know it. i’m deep into the painting. completely absorbed. i might think - that’s enough for today. but then i notice a small corner that needs attention. and suddenly. two more hours have flown by. it’s like time doesn’t exist when i’m in that zone. leaving the studio feels almost surreal. as if i’m stepping back into reality from another world. i have this with absolutely nothing else
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