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Albums within the image: (left to right, top to bottom) Jungle "Jungle", Haim "Days Are Gone," Lorde "Pure Heroine," Disclosure "Settle," Banks "Goddess," Gorgon City "Sirens", Chvrches "The Bones Of What You Believe," Arctic Monkeys "AM," and Glass Anima…

Disclaimer: The following is regarding loss and the death of a parent (albeit an estranged parent).

You know that feeling when you're brimming with excitement about doing "a thing"?

I dropped back into consciousness at one point yesterday (I wasn't actually gone - consciously speaking - even though it feels like it at times, coughthxADHDthxcough) and quite viscerally realized it was August.

The “sucking” part of learning is always the worst.

Starting “again” is scary; it’s clunky and doesn’t feel right, and you know because you remember what it felt like when it is right.

It's been 43 days since I submitted my program's final capstone project and thesis; 81pp, 23,700w + a 21pp visual/text 21pp project 👀 My last post here was in the chaotic, mad throes of the final couple of weeks just before I submitted.

I entered this year with an itch to re-read (again) one my favourite series, The Expanse by James S.

I dropped off the face of the earth in Aug.

It was 2008 - I was swimming in assignments for grad school - and realized I had left my journal at home, again.