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13.08.21
Well, technically the 14th since I got up at 2am. Pictured above are Cassiopeia, Perseus, probably part of Andromeda, Triangulum, and part of Auriga. Listened to Claire de Lune; Moonlight Sonata (1st Movement); Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2: Scene (Moderato); Nocturne No. 2 in E-Flat Major; Near Light; Gymnopédie No. 1; and the episode entitled Capacity for Wonder in John Green’s The Anthropocene Reviewed. In the hour that I was out, I saw at least 42 meteors: a number obtained through a bit of selective counting. At one point I just stopped to take it all in.
“That, then, is loveliness, we said,/ Children in wonder watching the stars,/ Is the aim at the end.” —Dylan Thomas, Being But Men
16.09.21
Ciao from the void.
Void with a capital V? If I’m your void, but you’re my void (really wanting to embrace y’all as English’s second person plural)… then is reality a relative void? It is if you remember that everything is mostly nothing, a thought that is both relieving and terrifying depending on where you’re (y’all’re) at mentally (guessing probably not great as we meet here between the trenches in no man’s land).
Behold, the long-expected intro post. However, consider the following arguments:
a. Time is relative
b. Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn
Hi, my name is Kira and I’m a pretentious bastard. Sugar is my drug of choice, love starting my day off on that high and proceeding to crash harder than Icarus. Guess you’ve got to be a self-destructive sadist to believe the ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer and the rage, rage against the dying of the light mindset of academia. It’s a very Greek idea. Profanity, do I hate citations. You’ll find vaguely described sources for quotes and allusions in the tags.
To return to the point—if there ever was one among the rambling nonsense that is my scream stream of consciousness—this is my personal blog that will be filled with mostly studying, but also fun extras like Stuff in General. I’m a linguistics major taking five classes this semester: English, Spanish, French, and two linguistics classes. I’m focused on getting good grades to apply for law school in the ominously approaching future.
Days like today—when I am never enough, gotta do more, gotta be more—are why I’ve joined you in the void despite my general dislike of social media. This blog is for me more than anyone and more of a reminder than anything else.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
I had a fairly productive day, but it never seems like enough. Listening to an absolute shitmix of low-fi classical alternative punk rock pop with a side of rubbish (like garbage, but tasteful). I’m within and without. Also vibing with Roses by The Band CAMINO.
Look at me go, being all melodramatic and such.
‘Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’
~ dylan thomas
Love this movie and their use of this beautiful poem.
Do not go gentle into that good night; Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Interstellar (2014)
Dovrei imparare la primavera dal canto del cuculo E la lumaca mi dovrebbe insegnare distruzione....
this reminds me of when my class was analysing this poem.
professor: What do you think Thomas meant by "Do not go gentle into that good night"?
classmate: rage and thrash, death shouldn't hold you back from being horrifically determined to be slay right down to your last seconds
professor: interesting... but sure, yes.
we quoted him so much after that. he's so right, we should be horrifically determined to be slay to our very last breath.
Watching this is fueling my rage right now, my fight. Thank you to Michael for giving a recitation that inspires the feelings this Dylan Thomas poem was meant to provoke…