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Reflection

A collection of 5 posts

The Gravity of Lightness: Field Notes from a Recovering Overthinker

The Gravity of Lightness: Field Notes from a Recovering Overthinker

"Still waiting for your comeback on that joke. Where’d you disappear?” “Sorry, fell into existential dread for a couple of days. Bad WiFi down there." I used to have this little habit of taking everything seriously and personally. You could throw a joke at me, and I’

A couple lying on the floor of an art studio, talking beside a painted canvas and coffee cups, reflecting on intimacy in relationships.

Desire in Theory and Practice

"Why is love so complex?" "Because the human mind is. And because we often feel it one way, but live it another." They say love is personal. Subjective. To each their own. But is all of it? Isn't there a suspiciously universal subtext that

A coffee mug on a napkin with coffee rings, surrounded by funny slipping glasses and books, capturing a cozy, awkward life moment.

My Nose Is Just a Metaphor

"When we first met, I thought you were a bit nosey." "If only! I can’t even pry into my own blurry world." I used to wear these glasses that kept sliding down my nose, turning the world fuzzy. And every time I'd remind

Coffee and books by a window, overlooking a crumbling building — a moment of reflection on forgotten stories in abandoned places.

Falling Apart, But Ever So Gracefully

"Sometimes I think architectural ruins harbor lost souls." "I think those souls are not of people, but of the houses themselves. Still clinging to whatever remains of their home." There is something about dilapidated buildings that always fascinates me. Whether standing forgotten in a ghost town

A vine of autumn leaves and a coffee mug resting on a table — a symbol of a season that teaches us to let go and start anew.

A Thousand Autumns and Not One Was Mine

"There’s something about those fiery hues, don’t you think?" "I do. As if the leaves have been rehearsing this transcendence for lifetimes. As if they’re thrilled to die a little, just to be reborn whole." I have a plastic vine of fall leaves