sometimes i stand outside my house and peer in through the windows. if i manage to scramble onto the roof — don't worry, it's safe — i'll look into my bedroom window. it's a fascinating feeling — being an outsider peering into your own life. the world within the walls doesn't seem real but rather something constructed by soldering imagination, aspiration, and desperation into an image we present to ourselves and anyone else who — rather than looking in — waltzes through the f

The thing about boredom is that it is often paired with laziness — the assumption being that one cannot bring oneself to do much of anything, when in truth the more accurate diagnosis is that until you have done something, anything at all, you feel as though your soul is quietly packing its bags and making for the door. This, upon a brief moment of reflection, sounds rather like a bout of the blues, shall we say — and in the words of a rather famous maison du vin, "yes, me an

To be lonely is to be in acceptance of one's own lesser worth. rational thought dictates that true happiness comes from the ability to thrive in the presence of the solitary body & mind, and to carve out those moments of joy that aren't derived from external input. but humans, foolishly, aren't solitary creatures. Instead, they form bonds — more often fragile than not — that can dissolve with the slightest tension. And we've deluded ourselves into believing that this thing, l

A playful reflection on how time dictates everything—from birth to boredom—and the moments we try to escape its ticking.