Showing posts from July, 2022

Welcome confusion to department of the

Webkin dear, I are know busy you. Alright it's. All busy we are. Main it's our job. Fact in, experts are all we this field in. Busy more, hunger less.  People are other specialized more. Paid they get for it. Enter offices their and a ride in you're for. Advice if you're looking for out me hear. Have they all of the making a salad fruit. Job main their is stuff to jumble up. To late too realise are that you in a trials and errors a rollercoaster of. Require the paperwork is they a big to jigsaw puzzle, too. Studied they of Science Bachelor in Major Chaos. So time next, the mess expect, tea breaks the half-day. Show impatience never. It's Offense Civil in a Confusion the Department of. Lila speaking ❝ Literally

Opening a can of potatoes

Heeeey, webkin! Are you awake? I'm asking because I just got up from a few years of being idle. My mind had become steel-hard stagnant, holding on to a place that didn't let me explore it.  L I T E R A L L Y Now, I'm opening up to a completely new world, the one I knew so well but had always evaded knowing I'm entering a chaotic world again. It's the world I'd already left behind. Getting back to editing the paper again was not an easy decision. I had to fight through personal preferences and current status in life. After the lockdowns, everything stood still. It's time to open the can again. Literally ❝  Lila  

Painting the world with words

Dear webkin, I am constantly thinking about how you're coping in this urban wilderness. I sincerely hope you're in a better place.  Life is one big distraction, above all else. Paint a line and the toddler calls for the nth time. Scribble a word, Whatsapp pulls a prank on you. When we all thought we've started playing the music, the sirens turn off. The followers bear arms to take down the throne. And leaders bury themselves in wealth.   The rest of us fart race, as usual.  But we keep doing what we do, routinely distracting ourselves, and we do it all at once. Oftentimes, I paint my thoughts with colorful words. I guess that's how I make myself feel better.   Or the world must have slowly faded in my eyes.  Literally ❝ Lila

A generation that reads more

Hello, webkin. Me again. Firstly, it means a lot to me that you're reading my letters. Things took a bizarre turn after the pandemic. Everyone had gone back to being cold again, maybe even colder. Lawyers are now more aggressive than telemarketers. Landlords have never been more predatory. Governments have become the penultimate trolls in all of human history.    ✔ And ✔ the ✔ list ✔ goes ✔ on ✔ and ✔ on.   But there is one thing that caught my attention. People read more than ever, with an estimated screen time of more than five hours and thirty minutes a day. Everyone reads everyone.  ✔ How many movies we watch a week.  ✔  What music we are listening to. ✔ Where we can buy children's cough syrup. ✔ Who greeted who on their birthday. ✔ What crucial thought we have at the moment. ✔ The kitchen is burning. ✔ Pineapple-flavored pizza. ✔ Spam galore. ✔ FYI DIY IRL. ✔ Recipes for the gods. ✔ You name it.    YOU are the whole story.   Literally ❝ Lila   

In looking out

Dear webkin, I hope you're having enough relax time and self-care lately. You could always open up to me if you feel like it. When people talk about their personal experiences, I tend to share my own highs and lows hoping that, somehow, they can relate to mine. I do this instead of fueling their story by asking them loads of questions. I do this not because I wanted to talk more about myself or I wasn't listening.   Seriously.   People should stop being too judgmental.  I feel like I don't have any right to say I could fully understand what's happening nor I feel how they're feeling. I hardly assume about what's going on in other people's lives even when I thought I knew at some point. As long as we are able to communicate our thoughts and feelings, we are all good. That's all that matters. Literally ❝   Lila