All our journeys, you and I, Disco 2000 belting out as we painted your childhood memories with the rosy-tinted wonder of winding country roads and blooming vermilion trees dangling from the valley hills, still echo now from our car speakers as you shuffle through your library in anticipation of what to listen to next, now that you are the twenty-something driving me home.
From an azure mug resting on a pine table, the earthy aroma of creamy hazelnut espresso lingered in the café’s cosy atmosphere, its wisps of steam drifting away into the air, engulfed by the drowsy soundwaves of a whimsical dream-pop beat that wafted through the dim-lit room. Something ever so peaceful could be found in the fuzzy ambient buzz; a boisterous silence akin to lush woods and wave-lapped shores.
Solace’s never been further away than now that term time is coming to an end. Enters its last round of hardcore assignments and brutal deadlines. And, contrary to Star Trek's Scotty, I’m afraid, my cosplay as a miracle worker has been rather hit-and-miss lately.
Long time no see! My routine has been shaken over the past couple of months, in the aftermath of the end of term, the holidays, the wrap-up of a work project, the endless paperwork for my Master’s enrolment. However, the truth is: ever since I heard of what digital gardens are, the idea of keeping a simple blog started to feel uninspiring. I’m far too Deleuzian for that.
Life may often bore us with its ever-so-graceful adagio pace, only to give it a twist soon after and have everything happen to us all at once. Fortunately, the stale waters of my days saw their stream resume its course tenderly; springs of fresh impressions. It began on a wearisome Sunday, when, to shake off its blues, I went to the cinema. There, I realised my city was holding a Ghibli Studio film festival.
