This is about my experience in the business environment. I talk in gender binary terms as I identify as a woman and do not feel comfortable speaking on behalf of LGBTQ+ folks or PoC. Furthermore, the analysis is exclusively tied to traditional business environments and not creative fields, although there are gender discrepancies there as well — but that warrants an entire new essay.
Read more "The Transition to Professional Caretakers"In November of last year, someone stole my backpack. My metaphysics books was in it and was one of the possessions I lost. The book was probably casted away since it is difficult to gauge its value (the value is high). This is some words I wrote in response to one of my favourite essays in it — The Paradoxes of Time Travel by David Lewis. Let’s nerd out about it together.
Read more "Back to the Future 4"Leap of Fate, in writing and in everything else;
Read more "“No Title”"This is a part two of sorts, a lengthy manifesto of what I take art to be and how it changes along the lines of the unfolding present. Words will be spoken of my opinions on the digitization of all human properties and how it hinders truthful perception, as well as serve as a gateway for the production of an overflow of “meaningless” artworks. To aid my hypothesis, I will reference artists from the 1960s, such as Andy Warhol and even Marshall McLuhan, and juxtapose them with examples of contemporary art.
Read more "The Art of Repetitiveness"I, for one, love spoken words. I love writing them, I love performing them in the mirror, I love watching them. There is a certain beauty portrayed in the sometimes crass, always emotional pictures the poet transcribes with his words, metaphors and movements. If you have any recommendations, please do tell me in the comments, I will be forever […]
Read more "Desperate Spoken Words"I sat down and let my hand write for a while, without thinking, without editing, without trying to sound grandiose. This is what I ended up with…
Read more "Wednesday Afternoon at 2:56 PM"I was looking at this photo of a woman. It was a black & white image. I found it hauntingly beautiful. Maybe it was because you could only see a small portion of her face, perhaps it was the fact that I couldn’t tell what her expression meant. But I sat down and wrote a […]
Read more "Angst in a few words."
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