these days I play this song and try my best to drift to sleep. it takes me to a wider, kinder world.

Somedays when I peek my head out from my horde of Indie songs, I recall the greatness of mainstream pop music

obsessed with this song recently

A strange, jagged, desperate, and cinematic soundscape. The synthesis of anxiety and rhythm feels correct for the world right now.

180+ chapters of pure entertainment, it’s been so long since I read a webtoon.

You know that feeling when you’re driving too fast and for a split second, you think about jerking the wheel into the barrier? Not because you want to die, but because you want to verify that you still have the power to do it? That is this book.

“A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die” — Bernard Benson Epigraph from The Passion According to G.H by Clarice Lispector