Ramble

Perhaps, expanding the scale and scope of consciousness* may be the ultimate means to illuminate the range of our ignorance that seems infinite. Hence, learning is absolutely essential regardless of age given human brain is plastic. These billions of neurons wired across the room of our brain didn’t evolve for…

I found her or so I thought. The more I think about her, the more I begin to think she found me. She found me in need of her, and so I fell in love. …

Growing up is an intensely strange thing. On some days it strikes in spurts, and they flash in a multitude of forms. It happens a lot as regret. At least it feels like regret. It always happens late at night, when you’re sitting or lying alone. You don’t even need…

and so that I can move on and do more productive things today, because I have a lot to do, but I have no motivation to do them yet. (Warning: No coherent thoughts on here, and little regard for grammar as well.) I want to talk about my country’s politics. …

I’ve been thinking a lot about the end of the world. Even before the current war in Ukraine reawakened the sleeping specter of nuclear apocalypse, I’ve been thinking about the end. Admittedly, it’s hard not to, for someone who’s keeping up with the news about the climate. My parents seem…

I have nothing in me that can rearrange the thoughts in my head to organize itself. Did that make sense? No, because I’m your typical average reader and not a writer. I always thought that maybe I could potentially become a screenwriter and John, my oldest brother, can become one…

Probably, we’re better off just like this — holding the perpetual angst, momentary thrills, welcoming psychopathological interlopers as those things happened on my part and being numbed by the detached disposition on his part. What stifles me quite ironically is, I guess, accepting the fact that we are over time…