LIMBIC RESONANCE OF SELF. A COLLISION
There’s something unsettling about feeling your own identity shift—watching the version of yourself you’ve always known flicker, fragment, and reassemble into something unfamiliar. It’s not loss, not exactly, but recalibration, a quiet tremor deep within, as if a new self is forming in the marrow of my being. And lately, I’ve felt this most intensely ...
EARTHLINGS
After a hectic jumpstart of the term, and a long period of adaptation—Philly managed to become, or better said, feel familiar. Not home, but a checkpoint. Classes continued getting more difficult as each week passed, which came as a shock, since in my home university a course usually lasts four months and the pace is ...
AN EAGLE WITH NO CONVOCATION. A BEGINNING.
January 2nd, my first day in Philly… As mentioned in my previous post, I arrived in the U.S. on December 14th and spent most of my time in Washington D.C. That time helped me build a stronger foundation for my stay in Philadelphia—I learned the basics. Since I had already opened a bank account, familiarized ...
OH! D.C. HOW CHARMING YOU ARE!
December 14th, the day my butt got super sore after flying from Chile to America. Only three weeks before classes started at Drexel, enough time to immerse me in the mundane quintessential experience of being an ‘Almost… almost Washingtonian’… The first 24 hours were a charm. Once I landed at DCA, he was—a special person ...
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