A reflection on the third anniversary of my manic episode. Just another Monday.

Book Review of Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi.

My hopes and dreams for 2023.

Although I have written a lengthy review, I still feel as though there is something indescribable, unspeakable about this novel. You have to read it to know what I mean. So when you do, I hope it moves you. And I hope you remember the bees.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid is a quick and easy read that didn’t challenge me in any interesting ways. It was a frustrating read at times, but also explored queer love and complex human relationships.

The fact that it is almost the end of January has been a bit of a shock to my system, I can’t lie. It seems like I’ve only just woken up to 2023. December was just earlier this morning, wasn’t it?

I keep putting off the writing I say I want to do so desperately. So perhaps if I publish this little post about why I’ve been afraid to write, it’ll spark that fire under my ass and get my fingers moving.

Why do we like to simplify things? Are things that are intricate and detailed not beautiful? Is there no depth in complexity?

I want to be that light.