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Just Caffeine pt. 11
I focused on self-care this week. I didnβt have the bandwidth for anything semi-academic, and honestly, I wasnβt in the mood to force it. I ended up writing on my Substacks. Not that anyoneβs reading, but I enjoy it. Thereβs something satisfying about getting a playlist, an idea, or a point across in a post. β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 9
I took time for myself to do nothing. Iβm someone who believes even nothing is routine. Maybe thereβs nothing wrong with admitting that I fell into routine? I studied, worked out, reread some books, and spent time with my husband, my cat, and my dog. I took time for myself because I wanted to, not β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 8
The notion of productivity, its very aura, had long repelled me. It struck me not as virtue but as bondage disguised in aspiration. I was, for some years, possessed of the faint and foolish belief that the acquisition of a Field Notes notebook, slim and vaguely masculine, along with an overly wet, lushly bleeding fountain β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 7
image: GalatΓ©e, Charles Jalabert Sleep comes and goes. I wish it lingered longer. These days, I only fall into it when Iβm utterly exhausted or medicated. And even then, I dream. Vividly. Uneasily. I’m sure it’s fatigue. Iβve been writing constantly this past month, for my blogs and for myself. I’ve been writing to fill β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 6
image: Ophelia, 1872, Jean-Baptiste Bertrand Little by little, I chip away. Tasks, mostly. Chores. Sometimes I do them twice. There is always more. The world, meanwhile, continues: unmade, unmended. I refuse to be performative about being an immigrant (in social media). So, I’ll just stick to drinking my lattes and supporting small, local businesses, and β read more
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