I feel as if this blog is too cold. I don’t know if I’m taking it too “professionally” or not professionally enough. Anyway, last article written. I plan on writing a satirical article next. I’m going to write about when college students get ready to go out at night and the rituals they do, ie, drinking, “getting dressed”, make up, and general...
october is always my favorite month. even when i’m living in it day by day, i still think of it as archaic.
I haven’t written poetry in a long time. I wonder if I still have it in me. The only imagery I can think of skin. I can only imagine skin in different seasons. The feeling of cold rain and rowing on the Schuylkill, breathing in wetness and coldness. Lungs burning. Or the feeling of humidity at a house party, scrapping it off my arms. Blond hair and beads of sweat.
Oh god, there’s time and authenticity and language and all these lenses we see the world in. Contemplating all of them can make my head explode. It feels so nice to finally expand my mind and THINK. It’s difficult to be a sociology/anthropology major because you realize how much of your life was decided for you. Your “unique” experiences are actually influenced by...