My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
This one goes out to all the people just trying to get through it
Losing stuff, mean people, hair in my food... I rant a bit. And hope for something better.
No homework, more freedom; adulthood has its perks.
A dream sparks confusion, wistfulness, and mystical possibility.
i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean
2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
A discussion with the creator of the Misaviv Hebrew Circle Calendar.
