Regret is the privilege of having a choice
Profoundness isn’t always found in classic literature, philosophy, or music, as some snobs might probably like to allude. Some of the most profound things I’ve read were actually buried in random comment sections, written by ordinary people in utterly ordinary contexts. Maybe they strike me more deeply because of the non-performativeness of their nature. Thoughts…
Four Marriages And A Funeral
Toulmouche, A. (1866). The reluctant bride As a brown woman, it is almost comical that the sudden wedding boom among my peers managed to catch me off guard when I turned twenty five. Marriage for women around this age had been presented to me as something close to an inevitability since I was five, and…
The “Bare Minimum” Conversation Missing In Friendships
Klimt, Gustav. Women Friends (The Girlfriends). 1916–1917, oil on canvas. Originally held at Galerie Welz, Salzburg (Destroyed by fire in 1945) Over the last few years, social media has developed a new topic to obsess over. And of course it is something to do with romantic partnerships. The topic? What is the “bare minimum” in romantic…
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