As you get older, it feels like your circle gets smaller. The early busy years give way to longer blocks of time without seeing friends, as work and family fill time up. Your phone is more silent than not. It’s so easy for being alone to feel lonely. But it doesn’t have to be the … Continue reading the art of being alone
Tag: memories
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.