Feb 23, 2026

Eyes:

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Oscar Vuong (ik im late)

In Defense of the Poor Image, Hito Steyerl

Ears:

Down By The Water, PJ Harvey

Nothing Came Out, The Moldy Peaches

uuu, Field Medic

Missing Out, Maya Hawke

At The Beach, In Every Life, Gigi Perez

Mouth:

Iced salted jagger caramel latte and breakfast sandwich from Swadesi Cafe (the hashbrown in it is like a samosa YUM)

Feb 22, 2026

Eyes:

Funny Weather, Olivia Laing

The Heuretics of Deconstruction, Gregory L. Ulmer

^“I've never been sure about the need for literary criticism. If a work is immediate enough, alive enough, the proper response isn't to be academic, to write about it, but to use it, to go on. By using each other's texts, we keep· on living, imagining, making, fucking, and we fight this society of death.” Kathy Acker

Mouth:

A homemade, perfectly proportioned iced caramel latte (photo attached)…. Update TWO lattes

Feb 18, 2026

Eyes:

The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again), Andy Warhol

The Man Who Never Threw Anything Away, llya Kabakov

The America’s Next Top Model Documentary

Ears:

Dying for You, Charli xcx

White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter, Lana Del Rey

California, Joni Mitchell

Mouth:

Chocolate covered angel food cake muffin from Beatrix (what makes a muffin count as a muffin?)

Hands:

That one stubble of hair growing back on my chin I can’t stop trying to pluck with my fingers

Nose:

Salt and vinegar potato chips somewhere

Feb 16, 2026

Ears:

Weird Little Birthday Girl, Happyness

Should Have Known Better, Sufjan Stevens

Roses, Kanye West

Fable, Gigi Perez

Stubborn Love, The Lumineers

Call Me By Your Name audio book read by Armie Hammer (creepy but once you get past it dare I say… steamy)

Eyes:

On Photography, Susan Sontag

Forensic Architecture, Eyal Weizman

and tbh Summer House and Love Island All Stars

Nose:

The smell of 60-degree weather gracing my sinuses

Some breakfast place frying food in the distance

Today I saw a smushed rat, then a decapitated bird

It’s not going to be a good day

I want to avoid it on my walk back home, but it’s too cold out

My friends have asked me if I am superstitous and sometimes I don’t know the difference between superstition and OCD. For example, if my coffee in the morning is bad, I assume it is going to be a bad day, and it usually is. Yes, I am aware I am psyching myself out and setting myself up for failure.

Sometimes something happens that makes me feel a feeling I have felt only a couple of specific times before, and brings me back to that moment

Teleportation

The thing that triggers this could be an incident, it could be a certain smell, a sound, a vision. But it teleports you forcefully into whatever hazy memory you have left from those previous moments

Your brain is always trying to chase your heart. Follow your heart, your brain will catch up 

If you follow your brain, your heart won’t survive!!!!!!!!!!

Why do I sometimes feel nostalgic for how I used to feel during a certain time, even though it felt so horrible? But I miss having access to that feeling. I miss those days still even though I was miserable?

Intro

I am sitting in a cafe, eating the most flaky, crumbly croissant falling apart everywhere. It is a 45-degree sunny day in Chicago, which, after this winter, has me feeling like maybe there is a God after all.

I have recently been inspired to start a blog-type-style-page-thing to start and materialize the chaos overwhelming my brain. I have been procrastinating this idea for years because of deeply rooted imposter syndrome and thinking who the fuck cares, but I am working on not caring if you don’t care!

My goal with this page is to share things that I have encountered or consumed that inspire me, or enlighten me, or make me feel something at all! I assume that this page will lean towards playlists, art criticism, rants, lists in general, things I’ve learned and found interesting, and completely incoherent thoughts.

I have been thinking about making this on Substack and linking it here, but my indecisiveness has stalled me from creating anything for too long, so we are moving forward.