memories I want to keep from this week 🥀

I took a week off of work. Here’s what I did: Went to the Met Cloisters. The Met Cloisters is a museum in the Bronx at the highest point of Manhattan. It’s in the middle of Fort Tryon Park with a hefty hike up to the top. On Tuesday, I took the A train down … Continue reading memories I want to keep from this week 🥀

two tales on love

I’ve been watching two shows on tales of love: Endeavor and Alice & Jack.  Alice & Jack is explicitly about love, about its persistence, its ability to hope when there’s no reason to hope, about its ability to catch you off-guard and yet it’s what you’ve been looking for all along.  And then there’s Endeavor. … Continue reading two tales on love

returning to the dear place I called home

Last weekend I returned to the place that used to be my home, a place where I had an apartment and a job and a much more formed life than I do now—Charlottesville. I don’t mean to sound overly bleak. It’s just that post-grad is a lot more uncertain than I realized and I’m still … Continue reading returning to the dear place I called home

Stained Glass Reminds us of the Broken Parts

I have just finished How I Met Your Mother this week and it’s been weighing on my mind - stained glass and broken parts.  There’s a flawed logic in HIMYM. Not everyone’s story gets wrapped up so wholly. Sometimes we’re left with are questions and fragments of memories. I think that’s the thing about consuming TV shows and movies and novels - somewhere along the way, you start thinking life has perfect beginnings, ends, and middles. That everything always gets wrapped up in a tight little bow. Maybe I need a break from consuming for a while. A little detox. Detoxing the idea that things will have conclusions and give me closure.