jessa

Everyday Stories, Lived

Life

  • The liberation I felt after reducing my Facebook use

    After spending hours reading long reads, I suddenly had a burst of desire to create something tangible that others could interact with, such as this blog post. I was feeling the excitement to type and get something published, feeling the overflow of thoughts and ideas that I could no longer contain inside my head. I… Read more


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  • Letter no. 47

    Dear reader from the future, Sometimes, I get worried about my lack of knowledge of how to make things grow like in subsistence farming. What if another global collapse keeps goods from being transported to where they should go, and I only know how to get food from the supermarket, and the shelves will run… Read more


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  • The things we hide

    So we hide away the unpleasant, like crumbs under the bed, thinking that putting away the hurt makes the hurt go away. But they never go away. They would only chew bit by bit the sanity we try to hold. Until we break. Read more


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  • Late-night musings #27

    Our cat follows a strict schedule and lets us know incessantly in a varied presentation from gentle meows to unabashed screams. Without our cat, we could easily sleep in throughout the day. We’re just glad he is around to keep us rolling. Read more


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  • Exhilaration of youth

    Now I know what 60km/hr feels like against my skin after riding on a motorbike under city street lights and towering buildings. While the speed fed my adrenaline and made me want more, being in the middle of cars and buses made me feel like I was having a death wish—a kiss with something dangerous… Read more


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  • Slave to what?

    There are so many things we could wrap ourselves in: And the list goes on and on and on. You are a slave to what you choose to obey. Read more


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  • Still left me empty

    Want to know the perfect metaphor for modern self-help? It’s a billion-dollar industry teaching us how to love ourselves while making it impossible to love each other. It’s a massive machine that runs on loneliness, powered by isolation, fueled by disconnection. It’s the ultimate expression of late-stage capitalism: the commodification of human completion. The Great… Read more


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