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Another version of me, I was in it (feat. End of Beginning, Djo)
And when I’m back in Chicago, I feel it. Another version of me, I was in it I held my phone, in my hand, I watch different versions of people I used to know wriggle around in a small screen. Theyβre happy and in some sort of activity, performing in front of a camera. Hearts β read more
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Studying, Oakland Library
From where Iβm sitting, thereβs a clear view of some buildings and roads threading through this part of Oakland. Iβve found myself in the main building of the Oakland Public Library, tucked away on the second floor, in the Newspaper and Magazine Room. I came here in search of a reliable table and chair, something 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. 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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