Goodbyes have been murdered. This wretched technology has killed them - burnt the closure that a goodbye provides, the peace that departing hearts make with each other. It doesn’t allow us to accept that we are letting go, accept the finality of a time well spent. We simply let the edges between different periods of our life blur, moving on with an unquestioned incompleteness. Terrible.

The most accurate way of quantifying a woman’s wealth is by the size of the diamond ring she is wearing. Even her partner’s. In this time of fake watches and fake clothes, engagement diamonds seem to hold up the torch to establish the social order. I don’t like it.

“If a guy wants to call you, we will call you.” Lol. The clearest sentence ever.

I cannot believe it. How did I earn a place here? I now realize this place in the world always existed - the one I dreamed of, the one no one around me understood or believed. It was turned against me to deem me 'different'. This is neither a physical location nor a point in time. It is a realization. This very place, this temple – it cannot be explained. You have to be here to believe it. And I’m here ! Finally ! It seems like I always belonged here – in this dreamland of ideas, this soup of design. Aah. There is no pressure, no fear, no expectation : just the feeling of home. Home. Studio. Work. Nothing else seems more important – time, sleep or food – I am in peace. And awe. And it’s all worth it. Anything is worth this.