September is the true New Year. January 1st is a glitter-and-champagne Gregorian spectacle meant to distract you from the dead weight of winter. Soon the air will thin and sharpen. The breeze will mimic the effect of caffeine. The mornings will start to smell like possibilities.

People enjoy seemingly tedious actions like making their own coffee and cleaning their room because the slow alternative of the easy way (buying coffee, hiring a cleaner) use more time and take up more of our lives, which is really one long practice of taking care of ourselves

There’s a population of talented creatives who are unheard of because they understand things past the confidence threshold (after which the more you know the more you realize you don’t know about it) so the only people talking and writing about a subject are the loud, confident, commercially driven individuals who only know half (or less) about the thing. It’s not that the lightning-in-a-bottle creative doesn’t want to make money or are too bohemian, edgy, or dumb to figure out a way to do so, it’s that they know that the thing their talent is geared towards, in its entirety, is so grand and beautiful that to try to put any of it into human language feels impossible, and to dumb it down or democratize it in anyway feels blasphemous. It’s not that they believe capitalism is bad or whatever but because any attempt to put what they understand into a marketable, public, perceivable form hurts their soul knowing it won’t be even damn close to the truth

How do you know if someone is THE ONE?

Shrek is a deeply Dostoevskian tale about the lonely man who revels in his suffering because his inescapable conscience makes him aware of moral virtues and beauty (and his own lack thereof). He protects his insecurity by living in a swamp (a crawlspace or underground bunkeresque home) and he puts up the scary ogre persona to make his pain of being a social pariah valid, but the mask imprisons him as much as it protects him hence he feels alienated even when he has friends or receives kindness

I love creepy uncanny children’s movies like coraline and wallace & gromit because it traps me in a liminal space where boundaries between worlds thin and time and identity dissolve, and you might not return whole because the other side is too enchanted. I think it’s such a subtle yet deep form of horror because these movies don’t ameliorate the most primal fears like being ignored or replaced by parents, being homeless, being ostracized and abandoned, or being trapped forever, it actually plays into it by fantasizing it as an alluring danger that is offered, not forced

We’re getting married!!!!!!!!!!!!

What to do when your life is stupidly great:

The problem with striving is that it makes people unnerved by fortune that arrives without commensurate struggle or the narrative arc. Sudden luck insults the myth of meritocracy. And chances are you care way too much about what you deserve and not enough about what you want

What’s the highest aura profession