Journal
A collection of journal entries I have written. Content varies wildly from post to post, and trigger warnings will be provided on anything I deem emotionally intense.
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Crouching In a Room Full of Spiders
About 6 months ago, I finally read Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I could write a series of separate essays analyzing its themes, but here I will focus on the motif I found most singularly resonant: the image of a cramped and squalid room. Raskolnikov spends much of the novel in his tiny apartment, Continue reading
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I Hate It When It Gets Cold
I hate it when it gets cold. I do not say this because I’m from Southern California, where cold weather is spoken about like a foreign war. I went to college in Utah and now live in Washington, and while I feel great nostalgia for the smokey scent of the chapparal and sagebrush in the… Continue reading
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To the Bereaved
Only twice in my life have I met someone like you. Twice, I foolishly thought I might be able to provide some kind of comfort or peace. Twice, I was reminded that I am still but a child: powerless, lost, and afraid. Twice, I was guided back by you. Speaking to someone experiencing profound sorrow Continue reading
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Ghosts and Glass
Ever since I was young, I have been told I possess a photographic memory. True enough, I do have an affinity toward remembering certain information—the names of animals, the definitions of words, the molar mass of common elements—but by no means does this imply I remember my experiences well. Here, my memory is frustrating unreliable. Continue reading