Je Ne Sais Pas.

My life feels like a piece of russian literature

Every time I feel like I've hit the lowest and it can't possibly get any worse, it does

My second resolution for this year...

—Margaret Atwood, from You are Happy, 1974

A collection of paradoxes. The chilly air of the lingering winter intertwined with the uncomfortable, looming heat of the sun rays, looking to transform into a blazing wildfire. For me, March isn't about bright and colourful flowers. It's about a blindingly bright environment in which I hopelessly stumble around in a vain attempt to regain my bearings. It's not about hope, for me, it has a general sense of dreariness and resignation. And...I welcome it for what it is.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

I will succeed. Not immediately. But definitely.

14th October 2024

Last minute studies.

I live in the past.

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”

RIP Judy Poovey, you would have loved "brat" by Charli xcx.

“it'll all be worth it in the end,"

Last Minute studying, yet again.

I trace your face in the Moon.

— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’