I want to be a warrior for whimsy, a flighty fighter, a Wilde winning Oscar flaunting the firmness of flimsy.
Oh how we sacrifice those subtle sounds for the protective and dream-like bubble that music blared straight into the ears creates. Silence becomes unbearable as our bodies’ natural rhythms, paled by music’s palpable pulsing, become indiscernible and insufficient. Is the loss worth the gain? Let me whisper you the answer…
Crying when reading Bridge to Terabithia for the first time in an old and massively popular Oxford book store and pausing to savor my uninhibited emotional response while clutching the unpaid for book only to be disrupted by a large group of middle aged Chinese men grabbing books from the Classics section and laughing at… Continue reading Oxford Bookstore
I finally made a PB&J in the ECV dining hall! Up to this point, a sign reading: “When getting peanut butter, PLEASE spread on a plate rather than on bread. Thank you” had been a powerful and anxiety inducing deterrent. I was worried I would forget and the peanut butter applier would contact bread and… Continue reading Peanut Butter and Jelly