daily notes
overstimulated as hell.
walking the streets in this state is a torture. as if my mind is naked and everything that touches it sticks immediately. the panel with black white red buttons on the heavy machinery, the small paw prints around the corner of the street, the tall woman smoking slim cigarette on the porch of the back door of a fancy hotel, kids in the bike carriage locking eyes with me, the man putting a straw in the chocolate milk box.
i feel like all this is nailing me to the ground.
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got a mail from a person i was really waiting for. don’t want to get too excited now…
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heavy rain in the morning. i’m wearing my yellow raincoat. the green in the gloomy grays feel especially vivid and vigour.
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good coffee 𓃹. i dreamt about it since last week.
[ Tanat, Nestor Lasso Colombia, Anaerobic washed ]
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heavy crush on young Jean Cocteau
particularly on this photograph
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printed a zine i’ve made about our holidays few weeks ago. she liked it. tho i think she was a tad bit sarcastic about its neatness.
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teaching ur mother tongue to someone is one of the biggest struggles as a tutor. at least to me. because u learn it by overwhelming feeling and not by growing, spreading structure. and i just can’t push this huge fluffy cloud into thin thread of step-by-step explanation.
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bought a lot of greens for the next week. still struggling with my meals. but i hope it’s gonna get better soon.
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working on the game. weird how much i grow and change with my projects.
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just me and my compulsive obsessions.