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I write this on my knees, inside hazy, yellow-washed Blossom Hill kitchen walls; or maybe from the inside of a hazmat suit, up north an extra fifty-so miles. I can’t be too sure. A lot has happened, more or less, during this electrifying, dog-eyed summer - a summer where I rediscovered the meaning of inspiration and love, where I would end up questioning what I was doing in New York.
My blanket statement of an excuse for the month of July was: “I was getting too antsy.” In actuality, I became tired of questioning whether I was sowing the right seeds in California. Devastatingly, writing these run-on sentences started to bore me. I had to change something. So, despite my mother’s best efforts to teach me how to pray (I’m agnostic, for the record), I did what I knew best: flee 3000 miles away.
I’m
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I’ve just come back to San Francisco after some travels. During my month away, I fell in and out of love with subjects I will only disclose inside journals.
Right now, I am focused on writing, researching, documenting, and resting.
I have yet to dance or run since I came back. I should pick them up again soon, right? You would think so, but I’ve lived through the first eight months of 2026 to now know better:
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I am 25 and I still want to know peace. My heart is open. I want to upload a lot more into this archive! I need to get my glasses fixed.
listening: 7HZ x crinacle zero 2; earpods
reading: the way of the writer - charles johnson
moving: walking around the city every Sunday
living: everything in life is beautiful and romantic
creating: