I had a plant named Marzipan for a few months, but then it died. The plant looked nice against my green walls with all the maps and postcards and photographs. It sat on my desk where I sit and do homework and eat an inordinate amount of dark chocolate berries. My window is right next to my desk; it doesn't lock but it is often open, bringing air from the alleyway.
Last year at this time I slept in a red room filled with photos and antiques that weren't mine with a small window overlooking a garden. There was a table at the foot of my bed that displayed a train of small elephants. I would always knock the little one down by accident when I moved around the room in the morning, but it never broke.
I wonder what space I'll inhabit next year at this time.
Just some thoughts. Photography by Kate Chausse and post title from Isaac by Bears Den.
Yesterday my friend met up with me during my lunch break to check out the Poetry Foundation's free exhibit, Images of Afghanistan. The exhibit showcased landays, a form of oral folk poetry that is often one of the few forms of expression for women in Afghanistan. The exhibit is over now, but definitely check out the articles on Pulitzercenter.org because these poems should be read. The exhibit was small and simple but informative. What I really enjoyed was the space, the physical building of the Poetry Foundation. I had applied for an internship there a few years ago to no success so that's a little awkward now. But man, wouldn't it be amazing to work in that space. I will definitely have to come back during my lunch breaks to sit and read some Adrienne Rich in that library. Yep, Chicago has some gems. Post title from I Wanna Go by Summer Heart.
Since I spend most of my day listening to music on Spotify in order to get through the work day, I have been discovering new music. Actually that's a lie, I've been listening to the same five songs on repeat all day. One of the songs is Royals by Lorde. Everything about this song, I love. The music, the lyrics, the video, the accent. Yeeeah.
"I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out
of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting
to have kids and change the way people buy office supplies. But they
get into the middle and discover it was harder than they thought. They
can't see the distant shore anymore, and they wonder if their paddling
is moving them forward. None of the trees behind them are getting
smaller and none of the trees ahead are getting bigger. They take it out
on their spouses, and they go looking for an easier story."
"We live in a world where bad stories are told, stories that teach us
life doesn't mean anything and that humanity has no great purpose. It's
a good calling, then, to speak a better story. How brightly a better
story shines. How easily the world looks to it in wonder. How grateful
we are to hear these stories, and how happy it makes us to repeat them."
"He said to me I was a tree in a story about a forest, and that it was
arrogant of me to believe any differently. And he told me the story of
the forest is better than the story of the tree."
- A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller (one of my favorites)