it’s one of those ridiculous days where everything i touch seems to crumble. i am flailing in a sea of my own skin. i also have this frustrating urge to fly.

i did a million things today but i still feel like erasing everything. with many rough, jagged, vengeful swipes. except for that moment at the MoMA store where i picked up the prism photo frame and turned it over in my hands. that moment, i want to keep. because it resonated with me. i feel like i’ve encountered that block of glass at some point in my life and it’s something that’s going to be very important to me. do you believe in resonance? i do. i believe in resonance, and i believe in affinity. i believe in trust. i believe in tenderness. i also believe that there are cures, but i was sorely disappointed today at the hokkien mee in Nyonya that failed to heal my heart. so i guess i’m still broken.