The curtain drops

"Feelings are just that, feelings; you need to use your brain." -- my therapist I think I am at the edge of breaking down; it seems like I have been getting rid of things around me and now, I am finally left alone. When the outside world silences down, the real struggle within begins. I.…

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London, london

Last weekend I went to visit my all-time favorite physicist (I call anyone who does physics a physicist)/hiphop star (she likes to wear her baseball caps backward-forward, dope!)/great friend (there are different kinds of friends: friends you can show off with because they study quantum computing at imperial college london; friends you better keep them…

You don’t have to take it out

Today I decide to change my writing practice up a bit, because I heard, probably the kindest words anyone could say to me this afternoon. I was feeling a bit like drowning and dizzy this morning, and to be honest every final's week I've had some sort of mental breakdown. Well, today is all about…

who to blame for the time?

On His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood…

Sonnet 19: When I consider how my light is spent

Sonnet 19: When I consider how my light is spent By John Milton   When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker,…

Goodbye to dear friends

Yesterday we had a farewell party to send off my dear friends Luciana and Simon, who are the first two people I met in I-house. Summer in I-house seems to be more exciting than semesters; every night people had different things to do. I visited museums, had ice creams, watched movies, watched baseball games (plus…

Steinbeck

"Great writing has been a staff to lean on, a mother to consult, a wisdom to pick up stumbling folly, a strength in weakness and a courage to support sick cowardice. And how any negative or despairing approach can pretend to be literature I do not know. It is true that we are weak and…