moved on

I'd be worried if it wasn't, this tumblr says nothing about who I am

it's like love, after the first little while you have to begin to consciously make the decision to be happy

I log out of everything and go to the forest or the beach or the fields or the island, whatever’s closest, and then I come back and work

but the denser my life gets with all of these occurrences, the less I find myself speaking about it

aakhir zindagi jo hui

what did I do

• speaking to the woman who asked if there was a bike lane going east on Bloor St, and carrying the conversation while biking alongside each other for a few blocks • me getting into my building’s elevator with my bicycle, followed by a man holding a tricycle in one hand, and another man, the silent pause during the first two floors, and the look we all shared before the burst of laughter