my extended family — as i board this flight back to UCLA, i find myself sitting next to a squadron of cheerleaders from my alma mater. i’m brought back to my high school experience. yesterday i spent the afternoon with a dear friend; we drove to a park near my home, laid down on…

an allowable offense — audio version: we’re raised to believe okay means complacent. that we aren’t working hard enough because we’re happy. the journey shouldn’t be fun; if it is, you’re slacking off. why can’t we flip this? why can’t it be okay to be great? why can’t it be awesome to be…

i might hate ucla — a questioner of many a learner of every an explorer of the unknown an aficionado of the known a lover of the present a worrier of making rent both put-together and torn apart full of contradiction and peculiar-sounding farts in this life-size body sits a larger-than-life somebody this monstrosity is a kid a…

on knowing the truth — The following is an excerpt from a text message exchange I had with a friend. Ariv: Just watched this Black Mirror episode. “Hang the DJ.” All about love and soul mate[s] and escaping the simulation and taking control of what you want — basically feeling, knowing, and deciding. All abstract concepts…

goofiness and clarity — Hi. Hello. Namaste. I gave myself today to write this little cool interesting fun exciting spellbinding life-changing i-was-productive-this-is-proof reflection. Given by the darkness outside and my it’s-colder-in-the-night freezing bum… TODAY IS ENDING. Scroll for goofiness, pause for clarity. clarity There’s been a lot less philosophical growth in the last many weeks…

back to feeling — college is a dreamscape, allowing you to be anything while tempting you to remain the same; it makes you feel things, wrapping you in this moment, that moment, then the moment thereafter; and as you watch it all unfold in front of you you can’t help but wonder, “what am i actually feeling right now?” college is special, curating month-like-weeks and second-like-years. college ends before it happens.

a vlog — Most adults begin to call them-selves x years young. But children don’t mind being called old. That’s not particularly insightful now that I look at it. Maybe I’ll come up with something better once I’m older. I turned eighteen this last week. That’s a big number. A big milestone. I’m old now. An adult. One…

but i don’t chew gum — I made it a point to sit at the computer and write today — it’s been ages since I wrote a proper blog (if you count my other blogs as ‘proper’ that is) and honestly I miss it. For some reason writing holds this connotation that makes me both love…

a farewell — as i begin to bid farewell… i am left ambivalent how can i let an activity go that started my journey from zero to hero? is dropping a sixth-to-twelfth grade journey one i have to pretend is real? only it is real-er than the polish i’d forgotten to put on my…