Creating, and experiencing myself.

Came out the library at 8:30 am having arrived there at 9:45 the previous night. Put my music on shuffle and this song played. 

Hans Makart, 1840-1884

Leda and the Swan, ca.1868/69, oil on canvas, 103x135 cm

Now, at 29, I’m lowkey having a panic attack because my academic email is filled with middle schoolers wanting me to answer their questions about pygmy raccoons and I keep putting off answering them because I’m so overwhelmed with all the other raccoon stuff I have to do.

At uni, my flatmate used to write emails to big corporations and businesses and brands (nutella, for example) to complain about their palm oil use, the effects on the environment, deforestation, etc. She would dedicate hours of her day to write the perfect email or letter that would perfectly bring across her disappointment and anger and make those rich people feel really bad about themselves. At the time, i thought that is such a waste of time... as if they would ever read it, or care about people who complained about their product. I also resented her for doing all of this, coming to me asking for a better synonym for this or that word, considering that I saw her buy and use nutella on a regular basis (she used it every day, i always got angry when she opened her cuoboard in front of me and complained about the deforrstation, as she prepared her nutella sandwich). Still, what i secretely admired was her sense of agency and freedom to contact these people.