What do you mean that after Sunday I could never see my parents aka Richonne ever again? I'm not ready for it.
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Periodic reminder that you're not over reacting. The multitude of ongoing Horrors really are
✨ That Bad ✨
And you're having a rational emotional response to this Material Reality. Now, take a deep breath. Rest if you can, and don't give up hope. We need each other now more than ever.
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Kyoto, March 2021. Sakura season is in full swing. Cherry trees are heavy with blossom. Japan's symbolic rebirth is underway.
Streets should be heaving with admirers. Some drenched in the significance of the moment. Others enjoying the spectacle. A few desperate to grab that perfect selfie for Instagram.
Except there is an uneasy stillness.
Philosopher's Walk, the iconic centerpiece, is quiet and flows freely. There's plenty of time to pause and admire the moment or snap a photo without the frame filled with others doing the same. There are polite nods and even occasional words spoken between strangers.
As devastating as the pandemic was for Japan's tourism, I am grateful for these quieter moments. They offered an opportunity to enjoy the here and now without worrying about the crowds or fretting I was somehow spoiling someone's shot.
While a small part of me might hanker for quiet times again, I know it won't happen. Or rather, I hope it won't happen.
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Just realized that maybe all my beautiful mutuals dont know that I live in the same city as my boyfriend now so I need you all to know that I LIVE IN THE SAME CITY AS MY BOYFRIEND NOW
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so I was on the el yesterday with a big honking canvas---there was a sale, so I bought a 30x40---and happened to sit down across from an older gentleman, who naturally asked if I was an artist?
because he was an artist too, he explained; he worked in acrylics, splatters like Jackson Pollack---even though his current apartment was pretty small, and he gets paint on the walls, on his shoes. (he did have paint on his shoes.)
(in hindsight, I really appreciate his body language---he was leaning back, his hands crossed over his stomach with his feet up on the seat in front of him. It telegraphed ‘I will not be moving any closer to you’ which made it a lot easier to have the conversation in the first place)
and we talked about being retired and rental prices in Seattle (where he goes once a year to visit family) and Chicago, and the problem of taggers, because he likes painting murals and if he has to paint over tags it delays his work.
(I did not get the sense that anyone hires him to paint murals, he just does, when a white wall pops up nearby.)
in the grand scheme of things, it was nothing---maybe 15 minutes out of my day---but it carried me through the rest, that little interaction. I liked that even when he talked about how small his apartment is, how infrequently he sees family, he did so through the lens of making art. I hope he had a good weekend.
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i finally visited Disneyland for the first time in twelve years, and i could only find one — ONE! — piece of padmé merch! meanwhile there were ten billion kylo ren/imperial merch options, including an empire/vader shirt that said, and i quote, “finish what he started.” madness. absolute madness. this anti prequels bias has gone TOO FAR!!
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I had my second physical therapy appointment today and I asked about mobility aids bc I've been using a cane but since my pain is bilateral it's not always super helpful and she told me that the more I use the cane the more my muscles will deteriorate and the more I'll need the cane. then she said I'm way too young to need a walker. not really sure what to do with this
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