MUSINGS
Thoughts that I live by, soft sparks, and glimpses of my mind.
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About the last few days and the bizarre experience of it all. The closer you are to death, the more alive you feel. It’s a wonderful way to live. It’s the only way to drive. James Hunt – Rush
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But above all, I am tired of pretending that I don’t want the things I clearly do. I know what those things are! I know I want them. I know what I have to do to get them and I know no one will stop me. I also know I will be here to laugh…
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The book is not a romance, or it’s only a romance if you have a very generous imagination. But it’s powerful. Consuming. Anguished, like the weather that fills most of its days. I didn’t exactly like the book, for the same reason I’m still dealing with the aftermath of the movie: it is dark without…
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On repeat… Bad things – Cailin Russo Then your fireworks set me offI’m like a time bomb in a stormIn your arms, I’d start a warWe’ve both been here beforeMatter of fact, I caught you lookin’ backSo let’s go I get what I wantI want what I seeI wanna do, do, do, do bad things…
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Being able to sit with discomfort should get you medals. And choosing to surrender control and sit there anyway, not knowing the end, that’s next-level bravery. This is technically a 2026 problem, but now that I’ve seen it on the horizon, I need time to think. To overthink. To spiral a little and prepare myself…
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There are sentences that take up residence in my mind. Authors, books, lyrics – they put a string of words together and suddenly it becomes essential. I can’t live without that phrase echoing inside me, I’m done for. It’s boardline obsessive how much I think about certain sentences. And the worst (or best) part? I…
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Yesterday evening I’ve fallen in love with Tristan Miles in Paris. I’ve slept less two hours than I should for that. And today I am back to rainy Amsterdam, an impossible jet lag and my two wild kids. Reality is difficult, reality post-vacations is dreadful. So I have books, and while I have books I…
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A part of my soul resides in Scotland, it’s now my belief. After another 5 days of driving in the Highlands, I can confirm this will not be the last time I do it. Actually, this was the second time of many that will follow. It is unclear at this point whether it is the…
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Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the…
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