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It was here before us, and it will be here long after we're gone. We're just passing through.
Anyway, this winter has been very mild and weird, so for once, I think I can actually embrace an early spring without being disappointed.
I went on a walk yesterday, and maybe it was the time-change exhaustion, or just the sunny euphoria, but I couldn't help but notice all of the birds out and about singing their songs - so much so that I was repeatedly singing "the birds are back in town" in my head, and really enjoyed imagining that they were all just as stoked to see me. It was a nice little frequency to find myself within.
Mar 11, 2024
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even though it’s still February, I can already feel spring trying to break through the layers of cold
the sun is starting rise a little earlier, and mornings don’t feel as harsh. I can hear birds other than crows now—small signs that something is changing
in the afternoon, sunlight floods the classroom, and outside, kids are playing again. they shriek in excitement while playing tag or hide&seek
at night, the clear skies give a great view of the stars above us, reminding me how everything may seem fragile and ever changing, but paradoxically, impermanence ensures the unique charm of the moment
so I wait—patiently—for the warmth, for the bloom, for the moment when winter finally loosens its grip, and the world can take a deep breath once again
Feb 27, 2025
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literally stopped to smell the roses, touched and gripped grass, felt the coming spring sun's warmth on my face and welcomed the early spring weather in all its entirety. maybe it is all going to be ok
Mar 1, 2025
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For some reason, the past few years I’ve had this obsession with completely ignoring the existence of spring. Oh, it’s the first of May? Then summer is officially here! But no, why should I ignore one of the most important seasons of all? If summer is the goal, then spring is the journey, and we all know that it’s the path that counts not the destination. And once I’d made this realisation it took such a heavy weight off of my shoulders; I realised that I actually had some time to shed my moody winter persona, and to slowly crank up the outgoing summer persona who wants to speak to absolutely everyone and do absolutely everything. So for me, spring is officially the best season of the year, and it’s made me feel like having an amazing summer in 2024 if within my own power, and not something that I have to blindly hope for.
Jun 16, 2024
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I don't know how well this actually answers your initial question, I think it's more of a counterpoint to some of the stuff people have already said, but here it goes.
In the past (prior to social media or search engines) specific styles, specialized knowledge, and niche awareness actually took effort. You had to go out into the world and find a scene, be accepted, participate in it, contribute to it, and learn from others with specific knowledge within the specific sub- or counter-cultural scene. It took time, effort, and experience to craft an identity. Nowadays people cycle through various identities and trends like commodities because it takes no effort (they're sold to them by social media algorithms, influencers, brand accounts, etc.). It comes to you in your phone without you ever even having to leave the house or put in the time to discover it or participate in it (you just follow specific people or subscribe). You can be a passive observer or consumer, not an active contributor. As a result, you're not invested or tied down and committed to that core identity. You can cosplay depending on your mood or who you want to momentarily convey yourself as, because it's easy. Essentially, being a poser has become normalized. An identity is now something to be momentarily consumed and affected, rather than grown, built, and developed over time.
Granted, it's always been different in regards to "mass" culture and popular trends (both in the past and now). Those are impossible to miss and were always monopolized by specific trend setting institutions, but always by the time it gets to that point, the actual initial counter- or sub-culture that inspired it has already been coopted and has started to disintegrate under the weight and attention of mass consumption.
Feb 18, 2024
It's an action deserving of its own nickname. My cat's name is Gomez, but when he crosses his paws like this, he turns into Hodgkins Plumpersocks.
Feb 2, 2024
I feel like everything about this photo captures that unique period of time - the covid masks, the protest signs, the boarded windows, the national guard.
I look at it now and I still feel glimmers of the hope I felt in that moment, when the rigid and all encompassing oppressive and systemic ruts of society felt like they were becoming more plastic and might even come undone. However, in retrospect, I am of course also hit with the ultimate disappointment, betrayal, and futility of it all.
So in that sense, it really captures that hovering sense of disillusionment and hope that I'm perpetually caught between within my day to day life.
Mar 30, 2024