clearing out things from dad's room and i discovered a National Geographic magazine from November 1941. 1941!! imagine that. dad wasn't even born yet. i have yet to ask him where he got it though - it is a beautiful paperback with gorgeous photos in full colour film
discovered how efficient it is to obtain ebooks. rereading unbearable lightness of being on my phone, and when i got to page 64 i just feel the need for tactile -
a clean, well lit room. neruda. pencils and black pens.
haha okay. stream of consciousness there. just wanted to come here to say
do we continue, when the best moment is over?
mostly we are all trapped in a paradox of time, and everyone is just startled by the proposition of not knowing, when. we all ask the same questions.
inside we are dormant, struggling with waiting.
we are impatient and creative people and sometimes sometimes most times, all we need is someone to listen.
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happy birthday xuan! thank you for being lovely and i treasure you lots : )
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