THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS OF A MESSY NEWLY ADULT ON A SATURDAY // NOUF ALHIMIARY

  1. Yawning on Saturday noon, thinking of how real life loses appeal when the pace of its emotional payoff and gratification is compared to that of extremely well written scripts and narratives that grip at the squishy, doughy, soft spot real life has the tendency to zoom over. 
  2. Talking to a blank document: you’d think speaking three languages would’ve given me more means to express meaning, but I lag behind every time I attempt to ingest words with the brute force of an avalanche as meaning escapes me running at breakneck speed to get out of my reach, while I’m still translating words, and embedding nonexistent expressions. 숨이 막혀 계속.
  3. I think I’ve gone partially mad sitting in front of a computer, trying to get any work done.