05/30/17, 10:37am, sitting on my bed in Beijing, in the middle of reading Calvino’s Invisible Cities

It has come to my attention that I have in the past devoted significant amounts of time towards gaining a single adjective attached to my being, like being well-read, or being carefree, or being obliviously attractive. I’m not proud of it, but I’m also not yet sure whether I should be ashamed of it.

Turds and Existence

To achieve symbolic immortality, we must live a life of meaning; we must fashion a symbolic existence. So we define ourselves by our thoughts and aspirations and memories and intelligence and morality, things that can be transmitted through culture as abstractions. We extend our identities beyond the natural world; we become supernatural. But there’s anotherContinue reading “Turds and Existence”

and….sunday sleepover

so on sunday i have a lazy day and sleep in until like 10:30. i never sleep in till 10:30. theres something wrong with me. church, i decided to go almost makeup free. i looked like crap. whatever. before we went my mom forced me to the sauna. fun stuff there, all sweaty. sunday best,Continue reading “and….sunday sleepover”