a collage of smiles [post-pourri]
By Tarini Malhotra, AJ Wu, Gabrielle Yuan, Jessica Lee, Hallel Abrams Gerber and Elaina Bayard | March 18some observations
some observations
possibility
When the air tastes like radiance and the days drip with donut-pink glaze, it’s easy to fall in love with the whimsy and effervescence of life. It is also tempting to believe you aren’t perhaps fully cooked—maybe only a tad bit caramelised.
On page 74 of my Goodnotes notebook for NEUR0010, nestled between noradrenergic and serotonergic system mechanisms, is the line, “there’d better be a mirrorball,” written in eclectic lavender calligraphy and surrounded by tiny, crookedly-drawn stars.
‘AHAHAHXHSHA’ reads the text from my friend. ‘i cabt wait for otmorrow!’
From the window, I can see rain pelting down. I like the rain. It is one of those things in life that can make one feel contrasting emotions—joy and distress, optimism and cynicism, rejuvenation and numbness—all in equal measure.