Repository of my thoughts and images of art, literature, travel, and life.
Tonight, I wrote a long entry in my journal. My first since the Faculty Center Fire of April 1, when I lost most of my books and catalogs and objects that I cherish. I also watched the finale episode of Gilmore Girls. I missed the before, as life got in the way. I am sitting … Continue reading A good night, listening to The Smiths
I signed up to Writing 101 with a vision that I would complete every assignment thrown my way. It worked out that way the first two weeks but life seem to catch on the last two weeks and I ended up completing 3/4 of the writing assignments. I want to go back and complete everything. … Continue reading Day 20, Beyond Productivity
Sometimes, we just end up watching too much Big Bang Theory. Portia: When we go to Switzerland, can we go and see the Hadron Super Collider? Ian: Why not? Though I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. P: I said see it not play with it. Pause. P: Can I put you … Continue reading Day 12, Hadron Super Collider Theorem
I wake up with the sun in my eyes. My window with pink lace curtains greet me good morning. I stretched, taking in my cotton candy pink room in. It’s a sunny day. I hug my beautiful tiger stuffed toy to start the day. I say hello to the ladies of the court, a.k.a., my … Continue reading Day 11, Home
“I want ice cream,” I said, on a warm summer day. “I won’t stop you,” said Ian. I cream is happiness in a cup. It’s a simple as that. As a child, I would get excited when the ice cream trolley would pass by. They have a distinctive bell followed by, “Ice cream! Ice cream!” … Continue reading Day 10, Ice Cream
“There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow, and tomorrow never came.” A man and a woman walk through the … Continue reading Day 9, Red sweater and a dream of spring
https://instagram.com/p/YUdkCyFbHA/ She stepped inside, uncertain. That café has caught her eye in the past week, but it was too rushed, too quick. Now, she’s alone, with no appointments to fulfil. There were people ordering their morning coffee, and she stood for a moment, observing. The price was listed, and though most of the menu is … Continue reading Day 8, Observing a café and death to adverbs (not quite)
Wer liebe sucht, findet sie nicht. Sie überfällt uns wenn wir es am wenigsten Erwarten. Alles Liebe zu unserem Ersten Jahrestag (Georg Sand) I took a photo and I wondered what Georg Sand is trying to say to me. I knew it was in German, but I had no idea what it’s trying to say. … Continue reading Day 5, A brief love letter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knM7ow5vMPA Loss. Where do we begin when we talk of loss? It's so easy to talk of loss as an ending. But given time, you realise that the loss is just a beginning. It will be more sorrowful in the days, weeks, months, or even years to come. Yet, it will prepare us to who … Continue reading Day 4, Loss at the Cemetry Gates
Portia Placino 