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jessa

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Reflections on becoming

Life

  • 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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  • Poking a wasp nest

    When I was young, I learned that poking a wasp nest stirs the wasps, and the next thing you do is run away as fast as you can because the wasps will hunt you down. The lesson I learned was that wasps are not aggressive until you disturb their peace. And who doesn’t like peace, Read more

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  • Late-night musings #26

    If you don’t lord over it, you’re a slave to it. Read more

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