I found myself struggling somewhere in the midst of my 4th year as a doctoral student. A position I dreamt of being, in a field I loved. I looked around. People were dropping off, like zombies. Mental health crashes have signs, a big one being: disassociated presence. You can see
I've been thinking a lot about friendships. Especially the ones that bloom throughout all seasons of life: the spring, the fall, the summer and of course the dreadful winter. I believe, friendships are sites that hold us, just long enough, for us to renew the will we need
"He did what?", "It was confusing", "He wrote you sexually graphic details about what went down with his exes?", "Well, we were doing creative writing..." "Ah I see. So, you received a literary dick pic" The sense of disgust in
I notice my alarm go off at 6:30. I reluctantly, reach out for my phone to snooze the sound knocking my brain awake. My eyes resist the light of my touchscreen, My brain notices that I have a message form a half-friend of mine. He has sent a piece
I asked AI, "How can you tell I am human?" After 30 mins or so of back and forth, we (yes the AI and I), came to the conclusion that I am human because of my, 'human imprint'. No, not the biological one. The biometric difference
Third day without Sun. My brain had done a great job of keeping the productivity cycle up, these last three days. But today, it insisted on closing shop. My brain functions much like a house plant. Without water and sunlight, it dies. Or in my case, fakes an elaborate fictional
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He watches her. She is making coffee for their daughter. The daughter, their third, is visiting. This daughter of theirs, unlike their other two, rarely comes home. And when she does, she never stays longer than a week. But this time she has chosen to stay for a month. His