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.
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.
Have you ever noticed how people nowadays seem so keen on justifying their choices, tastes, actions, personality traits, and anything else that subjectivates them? Not rarely, they present the rationale behind their value judgments in poor axiological fashion, searching for some kind of ethical, aesthetic or spiritual superiority. And they do so under the pretentious guise of an objective critique, healthy commentary, or something of the sort. Yet they have neither critical nor scientific basis to back their claims, which are no more than that: opinions of little to no value, born of prejudice or poorly formed judgments. Just like this text unapologetically is.
I’ve moved on my own recently, and at long last, I’ve got to decide everything. It’s a blessing and a curse; heaven knows decision fatigue is much too real. And that is perhaps the reason any happy little accident also feels sweeter. Even something as ordinary as finding the perfect match of softener and disinfectant for your laundry can feel like the scientific discovery of the century.
