all those years living the life of someone I didn’t even know.

“sometimes I catch myself wondering whether the best parts of me resident in my own mind or in the machines I feed. - Tina He

i’ve forgotten so many small pieces of me everywhere: i’m scattered all over mtl, the internet, my own memory

are you dreaming or are you doing?

you need rituals and routines of memorializing important things— we need the same for emotions, to be nudged against our anxious/avoidant tendencies

your body carries memories, and here (pointing to the center of your being) a portrait of them, etched into the heart unsullied by chronologica, hours unbent it’s yours to carry

Forgetting is not the absence of memory but a necessary counterpart—like the shadow cast by light.

who are you in silence?

all those years living the life of someone I didn’t even know.

“sometimes I catch myself wondering whether the best parts of me resident in my own mind or in the machines I feed. - Tina He

i’ve forgotten so many small pieces of me everywhere: i’m scattered all over mtl, the internet, my own memory

are you dreaming or are you doing?

you need rituals and routines of memorializing important things— we need the same for emotions, to be nudged against our anxious/avoidant tendencies

your body carries memories, and here (pointing to the center of your being) a portrait of them, etched into the heart unsullied by chronologica, hours unbent it’s yours to carry

Forgetting is not the absence of memory but a necessary counterpart—like the shadow cast by light.

who are you in silence?