The dream in pink
One time I dreamt I had hot pink shorts on, along with a plain white crewneck T-shirt. For some reason I didn’t like the outfit. Which is weird because it was my dream, so I must’ve chosen the outfit in the first place. But I felt self-conscious in it. Luckily, I happened to come by a secondhand store that looked really good.
Starting anyway
When I was about 14 I started writing my first book. Or at least, I made a feeble attempt at it. I downloaded an app and scoured the internet for a good cover photo. Which definitely wasn’t mine. I then thought up a topic and started writing the first chapter. No outline, no characters, no plot.
Being creative in a succesful world
I don’t remember what I was like when I was a kid. When all I could be was myself. It’s on my mind often, what would I be like if I never learned how I ‘should’ be? What if my creative self was nourished throughout my life, instead of my performative self. What if I was thought to make instead of succeed?