There’s a shot in so many Hollywood movies where the main character, separated from their loved ones, looks up at the moon and takes comfort from knowing they’re under the same sky. What about listening to old lyrics that someone dear to you loved?
Browsing: Perspective
As someone who has been writing in a diary since 2011, I’ve looked back at my past diaries. I’ve laughed and cringed. 12 years later, now in my early 20s, I’ve started to reflect on what they mean to me.
Even in the short moments of choosing who we sit next to and who we want to get to know beyond the surface level icebreaker questions, we’ve already subconsciously made up our minds, perhaps without even realising. Who we gravitate towards has lots to do with our perceptions of which crowd we belong in.
From cancer to suicide, uncomfortable silences work to isolate, making one feel as though their experience is too much for others. Language tends to fail in the face of life’s most difficult moments. If you’re not sure what to say to a loved one, that’s okay!
The ephemeral swish of trees, cars, and compressed air from the doors of the bus breaks the silence, but within the cacophony of noises, it’s still quiet.
I call all of my joy “queer” joy, because being queer is what pushed me towards seeking joy.
For International Women’s day, the modern sounds of the Princess of Pop juxtapose the Place de la République’s tall bronze statue of Marianne.
I have never heard such a distressed shriek in my entire life, a pitch so piercing it drowns the droning motor and pixelates the passersby. It replaces the air, gasping and incessant, yet everyone here pretends not to hear it.
After a round of rejections from within my social circle, I knew that I had to do the unthinkable and face a general admission crowd alone.
The sound of your voice is shaped by the geography of your mouth, the length of your vocal folds, the exact way you place your tongue. The way you pronounce words is a lineage of the accents and affectations you grew up hearing.
