Fontainebleau State Park, Mandeville, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich
About to start 3rd year of PhD and my new favorite ritual is drinking traditional Chinese fermented tea (game changer, ditch the Starbucks).
I ALSO think a lot about my life from age 16 until now - my ups/downs, the myriad impressions people and places have had on me, and why some of these experiences are something I repetitively think about when I’m alone (or drinking a cup of 2014 Meng’Hai Ripe Pu’er). While writing my dissertation I figured, “Why not just put your brain’s broken-gramophone style convictions into writing?” Hence, in an effort to put my musings into semi-linear text - I give you “Tea for Thought”.
Feel free to read, relate, question, and/or scroll as I fervently, fastidiously, and [likely] irregularly post short chapters about my “hiccup” philosophies on warmth, passion, numbness, seclusion, physical & spiritual intimacy, sense of direction (or lack thereof), and all the hard-to-name sensations that fall in between.
I love it when someone says things like “Would've been more fun if you were here" or "I wish you were here so we could do this and this". It shows that you kinda matter to them to certain degrees, that your existence matters. They mean that your mere presence could have a difference. And what's so subtle yet beautiful than this ?
WANG
Heartbroken