Trauma, Mental Health & More!
I watch the planet burn from my couch and dream of summer lakes Now dried up while my tear ducts act up I long for the vastness of mountains once white The waking to birds chirping and fighting on the roof Now I cry fifty shades of concrete and walls burning my cheeks on... Continue Reading →
Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →
My new reality is stringed together by moments of connectivity and self-care. I search for these gems amid the crowd in gigs, on a protest with strangers, in the eyes of my pets. I feel my endorphins dancing when hearing my friends voice, and I am addicted to it. I choose them especially when I... Continue Reading →
Veins form crosses on my forehead Count them on me after church Tummy rumbles for lessons so morbid Sinners can't help to search So I sit down for sermons and bow with praise because I've learned of hearts bruised since I've met slumber in delay for I've known bodies used
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
"Well then, let's get on with it..." I read the 1944 play No Exit by Sartre in school, and its eery existentialism stayed with me. Then in 2016, Mike Schur, the comedy god behind Parks and Rec, Brooklyn 99 and the US Office, premiered his new show The Good Place on NBC. It is based... Continue Reading →
Like marriage, friendship cannot survive long term if one doesn’t at least give the semblance to care. When one’s feelings are hurt, someone needs to do the work to overcome it. When it is always the same person, how could a human being stop themselves from resenting them? Life is too short to force connections... Continue Reading →
do you ever get one of those feelings like levelling up or no longer broke countdowns up and your boost doubled thats me when i listened and you spoke. burn these lines and jail all poets who cage your light before they see then compare thee to a lousy day sing of God to death... Continue Reading →
How lovely to walk in the dark Skies to kiss my echoes Streetlights burning frivolous How strange to dodge the waves Lapping at sand my size Latching on scales limitless How fragile to quieten the thoughts From my bed to the sea From the sublime to the ridiculous
If the impossible knows a limit, it certainly is not in the brain. A Washington University paper confirms one of the predictions in favour of criticality maximising information processing in neural networks. "We were surprised to find that, in our models, it was largely accounted for by a population of inhibitory neurons that, in retrospect,... Continue Reading →
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