Showing posts from June, 2022

The home of my mind

Dear webkin, How are you faring in this digital city? After over fifteen years of living in this bleak corner, among the walking dead, I remain an outsider. A transient with neither a shadow to boast of nor possession to uphold my dignity. I am a disposable asset that was given an ID. ✔ Education is stolen learning. ✔ Labor is oppressive of work. ✔ Privacy is an inside joke. ✔ Home is unwelcome. My temporary shelter is comfort in the form of a prison cell. In my sleeplessness, I dream of somebody to take me to their home planet. After all, nothing in my skin could prove I am worthy of a place in this vanity box they call "home".  ✔ My home lives elsewhere .  Literally ❝ Lila

An everyday holiday

Heeey, webkin. Today appears to be another day. Tomorrow, another. Everyday is another day. I once believed that each day is a different day. But, alas, it's always another day.        Still there? The best day is the holiday — any holiday. Holidays bring people together to celebrate old habits or preserve established beliefs. Some holidays offer free dining, while some temporarily make friends of enemies. Several holidays make people generous or kind, even for a few days. Maybe that's why they are rare. I dream of special holidays. E v e r y d a y Literally ❝ Lila

The plague of the past...and present

Heeey, webkin.   How are you doing today? I hope you're feeling better. I mean, better than the past two years at least. I had to know, had the plague really gone AWOL? Have we truly moved on to finding a new pasture? Deep down inside, I feel like my mind had contracted diseases that are unknown to modern science, or modern human for that matter.  It's borderline hypochondriac, if you ask me. If I get the chance to live a few universes away I'd be pirouetting my butt in search of another me just to invalidate this delusion.  What are the odds that I'd find another me who is immune not only to viral outbreaks but also to our current society? If you ask me, I bet coronavirus cases are nothing compared to the number of people lining up to visit their psychotherapists these past years.   I'm guessing our ails will take centuries to cure, if at all. That is, if we actually acknowledge the real disease that is killing us from the inside.  Literally ❝ Lila

Coffee is my ticket to dreamland

Dear webkin, Don't get me wrong. As far as my daily nightshift is concerned, my dreamland is far from the sleep everyone is craving for. It is nothing more than just a few waking hours of thinking about things I hardly even think about when I'm awake, as I sip my blackest of coffees. Basking under the sun. Frolicking in the white sand of some famous beach resort. Walking down the streets guilt-free of my sweets-filled tummy. I dream of staying awake to keep myself from drifting off this dream-like state I'm in right now.  But, alas, I'm right here staring back at the half-blank page of this letter, half-cup of coffee in my hand, trying to fill it with entertaining thoughts, umm, I mean the letter, while hardly dwelling on the limits of SEO and stuff like that.  I always rely on a cup of coffee to take me to this joyride I cOuLd NeVer TaG mY faMiLy or friends along. As I chug in the rest of the coffee I realized that I needed to capture and seal this moment on this page.

Give breadwinners a break, k?

Heeey, webkin. I just want you to know that I'm a breadwinner. As you may know, we, breadwinners, come in different shapes and sizes. Not all parents are breadwinners. Eldest children can be breadwinners, too. But we all have one thing in common, we're hardly noticed for our worth. Sniffles. And lately, responsibilities seem to pile up on our shoulders, the world had just made our loads even heavier. And we can't help but think about breaking away from all of these hardships at some point. Luckily, we are also good at rising above the storm.  So from this day onwards, I unapologetically declare the month of June, Breadwinners' Month!  But seriously, it's time to cut us breadwinners some slack.  Let's celebrate a Breadwinner's Day. TaKe Us To ThE lAtEsT, nOn-BaNnEd, mArVeL mOvIeS. Cover our expenses for a month. Buy us a box's worth of goodies and freebies. Turn our hardened up faces into a happy clam.   And above all, give us a breather. We deserve it, a

Literal Lila

 Heeey, webkin.  I'm now literally and officially sealing my webkinship with you for opening my letter, o k ? I've often wondered why I write, about my inner storms and stuff—and cats. Maybe I want to befriend the world. Maybe I want to live forever. Maybe I want to get back at people. Or maybe I just couldn't quiet my mind. It speaks to me day and night, urging me to expose life as I see it. I must be hearing voices. 😨 Kidding aside. I want to write about the sun when it chased the moon. How many homes the beaver had rented. If emojis have had names, at all. Not to worry. There's literally nothing figurative to read here other than my uniformly randomized thoughts. Btw, do shower thoughts get wet? AsKiNg FoR a FrIeNd. Srly, I'll talk to you soon. Copyrighted June 2022, Literally ❝ Lila