It is not a good body image day.
I have noticed in the past three years that my world describes and documents itself through image, sound, touch. Tangible components of life that are universally understood. But it used to be words that ruled my world. Diary upon diary of words that can conjure all those senses at once and infinitely more, attempting to mould the world into something more than the bare stems of sense. I want to return to that.
i bought a Totoro yesterday that is as big as my torso. It’s like having an enormous baby.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly inside.