Life Update /004
A wander around the museum on a frosty Thursday morning; bad hair days and the smell of books; learning how to manifest and become the architect of my own life
At TIG I ran a series called Notes from the Weekend in which I wrote about my weekend or life lately in whimsical, sometimes wistful, oftentimes rambling prose:
It was one of those sipping drinks at sunset kind of weekends, the clouds tinged pink at the edges and a hazy light falling on the countryside and hills in the distance, causing P to remark that you could mistake it for Tuscany. I have been melancholic, of course, because I always feel this way when the days get shorter and the leaves begin to fall, but it’s also kind of cosy and very romantic, our late nights now spent by the fireplace. I am currently reading a novel (it’s my break from Hume, which can get heavy at times) that has all the main characters constantly checking their phones and communicating by email and it all feels a bit much, which, I think, is the point that the author is trying to make. I’ve begun deactivating accounts again and pulling back from the ones that seem to be the most harmful and it seems to be making a difference on my energy and outlook…1
These small glimpses into my life have been described as written in a “deeply personal, introspective, and slightly meandering writing style that's intimate and stream-of-consciousness, reflective, with a mix of sensory description and philosophical musing”. These little notes were my favourite to write, for there was always something to share—lunches with my sister, an art gallery opening I attended with friends, our weekend away to another city or the coast, how I was feeling at the moment.