March 31, 2026 recalling certain moments from the beginning of this month, which now feels like a whole lifetime ago. four weeks spent in a different city, a different country, far away from what i consider to be home, as vague and volatile as that notion may be. it was a hard month, tumbling back into bad habits, but at the same time also one of opening up, of starting to face myself, of acceptance and i finally ripped off the band-aid and made an account on this cute website. thank you to everyone involved, i'm happy to be here c: March 30, 2026 a symphony of belly grumbling architects (found out about Bowellism after writing this) March 29, 2026 these days i often feel like i'm stuck in traffic, moving at a barely perceptible speed. as i look out the window, i see the same radio tower in the distance from a seemingly unchanging angle. only once enough time has passed, time spent listening to a debate on the spatial manifestation of time, streamed on the car radio relayed by the very tower lying ever-so-unchanged at the horizon of the window, only once this meandering conversation has crossed territories as vast as the sea of cars in front and behind mine, a sea of shimmering lights, sun refracted in the many metallic faces, the air buzzing with the simmering frustration of a thousand drivers, only then a slight change in the angle can be detected. but just as one grows tired of bearing witness to the incremental steps of a flower opening in spring, one gives up on measuring the experiential angle between point A, B and the looming radio tower in the distance.