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I finished Elden Ring in late March after logging 90 hours – a joint effort with V, where we settled on a tankier warrior Greatsword build just to get a good first taste of the game, since I always go for melee Berserker types and it felt more straightforward in terms of leveling up and… Continue reading on the soothing complexity of Elden Ring
I’m a concert fiend through and through; I was not allowed a ton of liberties as a teen, and yet, weirdly, my parents relented when it came to gigs, probably because my palpable adolescent misery combined with socializing ennui made them feel like I had no outlets (true) and dad driving me to-and-fro a specific… Continue reading on the understated charm of angel olsen and the ritual of concerts
You know how the old adage goes: high highs lead to low lows. I’d been experiencing a semester of impressive clarity and ease, hitting productivity goals, being creative again, having fun with friends and allowing myself some vulnerability. “Tomorrow is not promised”, I annoyingly mused over drinks to people who’ve known me for more than… Continue reading sitting with the owl
Reviving this blog was the byproduct of my breakup with Twitter – the digital equivalent of being in a toxic relationship and doing the whole “I just need to rip off the bandage” spiel for years (thirteen, in my case) and then being torn apart via force majeure, like someone having to bounce to study… Continue reading on not wanting to be queen of trash mountain (and other stories)
All it takes is a global pandemic and a master’s degree. Also, a wise person once said “give people the gift of missing you”, so to the brave who still watch this space, I guess you’re welcome. Anyway, I’m back and vaccinated, so gather round, children, it’s time to unpack this mess. Let’s get the… Continue reading how to disappear completely
It’s been a while. At this point, everyone’s unfamiliar to me. Life has become exponentially bleaker since we last talked. I’m sad and mad and exhausted and disillusioned, which is not a good sign, because that’s when you usually stop caring, and I want to care. But it’s taking a ton of effort these days.… Continue reading hello stranger