There's something to be said for the trope of the labyrinth--confusion, discovery, loss, mystery. Theseus and the Minotaur, David Bowie's eponymous film, the various creatures of a little girl's frightened imagination. How can we find our way out of the endlessly twisting, confusing paths that life itself makes for us?
I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
Catch me out here learning Basque, because I want to stay in Basque Country forever.
I wonder why a little.
Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
Right, so, like somehow it became March? Every day I'm more and more annoyed with myself for not having made more progress on my Master's thesis (although one of my professors took an informal poll yesterday and I was one of only two people who have even started so) but here we are. It's March, …