jessa

Everyday Stories, Lived

  • Let me now bury the dead

    There is a scream so loud it shatters my insides but it never had the chance to escape the vacuum of my heart. It may come about as whimpers but if you’d only see the wreck a silent mourning has caused, how the pieces spread out into the void, you would understand the magnitude of… Read more


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  • The agony of the slog

    The year-long process of writing a paper includes: 🌿 I have reached a point where I no longer know if what I do makes sense. However, my believing friends and family convinced me that it did and helped me get out of my black hole. So here I am now at the other side of… Read more


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  • When you’ve been prepared for something bigger

    In 2020, I explored how to produce podcast episodes and went through the learning phase of juggling content creation with pre- and post-production. My tasks include: topic ideation, writing the material, recording, audio editing, and promotion. The pandemic really squeezed the creatives out of us, and it felt that at that moment, I really wanted… Read more


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  • Making my homescreen boring (again)

    In 2020, I set my phone to monochrome to help me overcome my phone addiction (which I wrote about in my previous blog). However, once I was able to manage my relationship with my mobile device, I eventually reverted to using my phone in technicolor. When the tools started to rule over me Snapping out… Read more


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  • The day I decided to deGoogle my life

    Like having a pebble in my shoe, I’ve been feeling a little uncomfortable—which did not happen overnight but has been building up like grit—having ads in my email inbox. I don’t feel like I have the right to be full-on uncomfortable because I am using the service for free, but I am disturbed about how… Read more


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  • Snackable content

    You almost reached your screen time limit for today. Dismiss. The same way I keep reaching for the chips that are crunchy but soft in the mouth, with almost no friction between munching one handful and the next. Sometimes I think I am too good for the system. I am a grown up with free… Read more


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Everyday Stories, Lived

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