No Texture Studies By John Stone

The city of Vannes, Brittany, France

The city was founded In 56 BC by the Romans under the name Darioritum in a location previously belonging to the Veneti. The Veneti were a seafaring Celtic people who lived in the south-western part of Brittany in Gaul before the Roman invasions. The actual name Vannes comes from the term Veneti.

It hurts when you notice that the people close to you are slowly drifting away. And no matter how hard you try to not let them, they still do.

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"The moon had been observing the earth longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring—and all of the acts carried out —on this earth.

But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon."

—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Hard part of having no friends is having no one to ask for suggestions on something.

What I learned this past few days:

It’s natural to ask ourselves if this is the life we wanted. A lot of us navigate through life still searching for a place to belong no matter who we are or what we do.

We must find our why. Why we keep doing the things we are doing. What makes us stay.

We must remind ourselves that we are here. Do not let the worry, overthinking, and doubts, make us fail to see how great is the now.

So breathe. Soak it in.

The laughs, the memories, the ideas shared. The frustration, the late night voices and the sleepy morning greetings. We are here, with these people, with these memories.

No matter how lost we are, or how dim our paths could be, let these memories and experiences light our way.

So run along now. We might be lost, but this journey is as good as being found.

Sincerely,

April 🍃

Is there anyway to not cry when angry?

Sat, Feb 20, 2021 - Sun, Feb 21, 2021 (Hah. I wrote this at 11 PM and finished at 12 AM.)

Have you ever envied people because they have group of friends? Their bond: the meet ups, group dates, group pictures, tagging on social medias because they somehow reminded them of this thing, and the way they talk to each other—yes, the comfortability.

Because I have. And I dislike it. I dislike feeling this way. It reminds me of how much of a loner I am—which shouldn't seem negative but it feels like it.

I don't have friends, and I say it's my fault. I am so asocial. Searching up my name results to the synonyms cold, dismissive, bitch-faced, nerd. Or may be, looking it up results to nothing at all because I am just no one. I am a nobody.

I want to have friends. But thinking about it now, it's impossible.

The kinds of friends I want? The extroverted ones. And extroverts seem to not like introverts. According to them, us, introverts are plain, boring, awkward, stoic. We are not fun to be with.

That's why it's really impossible to have what I want.

Imagine having a group photo where everyone else is posing so carefree, so chaotic and... there's me, standing straight, posing a peace sign, with an of course, awkward smile. Really not nice, right?

So what I'm saying is... I don't know. Really. Just why can't I have friends like that? Why can't I experience those things?

Maybe, my friends are really just books. Only that, I can't converse to them verbally. I can't share foods with them. Laugh together—because it would be so weird if books really laugh with me.

Hmm-mm. Friends.

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Didn't I just wish earlier to be away with people?

Shit.