Seeing it stabbed my heart in a way I never anticipated. Conversation did nothing the heal the hurt of any of the present parties. An embrace seared my memory. Tears ran continually the entire way home.
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- The first day of school (kind of).
- gendered language
- nostalgic tendencies
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- oxford, england, europe, world--here i come.
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- similar stories
- perhaps i would have been better served at home alone
- ambiguity serves best in this medium
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- when narratives do not render coherence and fidelity
- warm confusion
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- pretty normal
- tyler time
- tires, movies, friends, pie
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- perhaps i'm trying to fulfill the entire comm arts...
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- so i went to the bathroom and cried
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- friendships get complicated
- hope dies and rises
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What I'm Doing
This blog began as a way for me to "navigate the quotidian" and catch ideas that were meaningful, innovative, or worth putting on the shelf to return to later.
It has since developed into a more sophisticated version of its earlier self. It is now a place for me to navigate the quotidian in a way that (hopefully) brings: a sense of understanding about my place in my constructed world, an archive that validates my daily actions, reflection on life as greater than the individual.
It's still a new project, and I'm still working out the kinks of how to retell my day in a way that fully captures its essence without relaying every detail. It was inspired by a friend, and hopefully will inspire someone else.
It has since developed into a more sophisticated version of its earlier self. It is now a place for me to navigate the quotidian in a way that (hopefully) brings: a sense of understanding about my place in my constructed world, an archive that validates my daily actions, reflection on life as greater than the individual.
It's still a new project, and I'm still working out the kinks of how to retell my day in a way that fully captures its essence without relaying every detail. It was inspired by a friend, and hopefully will inspire someone else.
About Me
- alyssa
- Alyssa Pearson is a passionate storyteller and emerging filmmaker. She focuses mainly on writing and editing, either creating and producing her own imaginations or collaborating with friends and professionals to develop their vision. Alyssa is from small-town, Ohio, a background that influences her vision and sense of nostalgia. She currently lives and works in Philadelphia, PA.
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