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Every so often, I come back to the idea that my existence is almost like that of an invisible friend. Someone who is there when you need, to listen to whatever, say the things that need saying, do the things that need doing. Someone who'll just let the sunny days gleam brightly through the brilliantly blue sky and the rainy days colour the world with dark hues and earth-heavy scents. It's like the motion of a soft, gentle sine wave, harmonizing with the environment and the mood.

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It's the loud B-flat minor chord struck at the bottom of the register, the ebony keys small but strong under fingertip. There's an edge to the sound that resonates, reverberates bone-deep. And it's a sad day when such a sound is ignored simply because it is unpleasant for us.

For years, I had thought that if we just tried to listen and understand each other in the contexts of ourselves, we would feel seen and loved. Sure, there's some give and take, but I had thought that it would ...

So, after a particularly stressful week last week, I've managed to restructure my system for working on my research project in a way that hopefully won't be... you know, so stressful.

I gave up on being environmentally friendly and printed out a few articles that I need to read through. (Because the problem with reading online articles is that I have a different mindset every time I come to the material, and it takes twice as long to get the necessary information, which is just not ...