i’ve been thinking about this for a while now.

this has been turning over in my head, with notes taken at odd hours.

sometimes this feels like words colliding, obstructing the ideas behind them.

this makes it difficult to explain how i feel about the many aspects of our very

online, global, beautiful—but also destructive—world.

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for a while, i wrote soundtracks through music.

but now, i’m writing to create an honest space—

one away from societal expectations.

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what is this?

this is chatpastel.

 

it’s a space immersed in reflections from

multiple viewpoints,

quiet observations,

and sometimes just a place to come to terms with the tension of existing in a world that moves faster than we do.

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i write about culture, communication, the digital age we absorb and identify with, and the in-between moments that don’t always make it into conversations.

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this place is a bit personal, a bit observational—like most of them. i’m glad you’re here.