Today on the train that song came up on my Spotify. The one I was listening to on repeat in the months after we broke up. After we broke up for real, that is, if we ever really did. I listened to it, and while I listened, I looked down and realized that I was …
Tag: From the iPhone Journal
In the midst of winter, i found there was, within me, an invincible summer
So here’s the thing. Great start, i know.About a month ago? I’m not sure because time moves strangely this year, so could have been a few weeks, so let’s just say “one rainy day, not too long ago”.One rainy day, not too long ago, i woke up and checked my phone, as i always do, …
We were in love
From the iPhone journal: You carry it around every day. Like depression, like anxiety, like an invisible chronic illness. It’s something heavy and dark that only you know about. If you’re lucky like me, you can still function. You work hard at finding joy in the tiniest things, you observe and squeeze the magic out …
Well, I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart
From the iPhone journal: You’ll need to reclaim your space. Redecorate, clean thoroughly. Hurry up, hang your clothes where his used to be. Until that space is yours again and you forget that, for a while, someone else lived there too, someone you loved deeply. You’ll need to reclaim your heart. Focus on ideas, ambitions, …
So… what are you gonna do now?
Months ago i wrote a thing on my phone about topics that made me uncomfortable when brought up, especially by strangers. I guess i was getting the same questions a lot at the time, and i needed to vent. The same topics aren’t necessarily bothering me now. Actually not much does, it’s one of the …
The measure of all things
From the iPhone journal: Kindness It’s the first thing to go in a relationship that’s in trouble. Once you stop doing the little things just because doing something for each other brings you joy, once you start counting favors, keeping track, that’s when you know. Sometimes you don’t see it until it’s too late, and …
Change up
There’s a smell in my neighborhood. A constant smell that i haven’t yet been able to identify. If my German was better, i’d ask an old local person, but for now, my neighborhood has an unidentified smell. And it’s not a pleasant one. It’s not a poop smell though, like in much of the city. …
Stay gold
From the iPhone journal: The moment you realize you like someone, it’s already too late. It’s kinda like when you’re eating and you realize you’re full. At that point you’ve already been full for a while, and you’re actually about to feel a little sick. Leftover analog photos from my first trip to the abandoned …
Memories destroy us
From the iPhone journal: Mexico was a year ago. A year ago today i was there, and in a way, i’m still there. Stuck in a parallel universe, i can watch myself, i can relive my experiences and repeat my mistakes. It’s not always like this. On a regular day i can forget. On a …
J’étais censé t’aimer, mais j’ai vu l’averse
I just did that thing where i wrote a long post, read it a few times, then decided that i wasn’t feeling it. Not today anyway. Crap. But at least i have new analog photos to post! Not that this film was pure gold, far from it. But that sunflower picture isn’t too bad. From …