I imagine the hardest part of living through a war is not being able to see the enemy as anything but just that; an enemy. I imagine the other hardest part of living through a war is realizing you had no stake in it until your way of living was turned into a small pile … Continue reading The old Lie
I realize my last few blog posts have been a little more depressing than I usually put out. I try and imbue optimism in everything I write, because there's enough sadness going around without me adding to it. And yet, here I am. I forced myself to take a social media hiatus after some encouragement … Continue reading Long note: honest despair
Note: At the time that I am writing this, I have hit about 1600 words. To retain my sanity and to keep some sort of end in sight, I'm going to keep my deeper analyses limited to Hamilton and Burr (and even within those constraints I am forced to limit myself: these characters are so layered and complex I … Continue reading How Hamilton ruined my life
Stuck inside on this snowy, snowy day, I find myself mulling over my future and accepting, unwillingly, what I have been denying for quite a few years: Knowing what field I want to be in does not, in fact, amount to knowing what I want to do with my life; moreover, knowing I have plenty of … Continue reading Short note: fraud
Right now, it's the 22nd of September. I moved to Boston on the 20th of August, a little more than a month ago; in four days, it'll have been a month since I moved into Northeastern. So much has happened since I moved to this city: I met up with old friends, finally met a … Continue reading Short note: Reflection
Home is where I hang my hat - and maybe it's the fact that my hats have found perches in various corners of my new bedroom, but I have never felt like an alien in 119 Light Hall. I am greeted by familiar things; my roommate's lacrosse stick; our microfridge deluged by various teas and … Continue reading Update
In all honesty, I've had a pretty good life. I've had a few traumas that I would rather not talk about but then, everyone does. I feel like I'm in a position of privilege when I talk about my optimism and my hope; but really, it's a disposition you acquire as you grow older. Sometimes. … Continue reading What do you do?