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A rose-tinted screen

Studying the looking glass

As principles of love change in cinema, I observe them changing in my own life, evolving from simplistic to nuanced, from that of a child to that of an adult.
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Crisis management

Studying the looking glass

Maybe post-pandemic life for the average person should be about carving time for small moments of joy, to treat it as a key moment of crisis rather than an episode to be forgotten.
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Accepting my female gaze

Studying the looking glass

As I become more aware of the art I consume, I’m beginning to see the manifestation of gender in the tiniest of ways.
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Scar tissue and all

Studying the looking glass

As I follow the band’s journey, I don’t think that the path to happiness is linear. I’m not even sure if happiness should be the destination. In his book, Kiedis said it best: “This is my story, scar tissue and all.” 
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In The Mood for Loneliness

Studying the looking glass

To watch Chow and Su’s love story in the midst of it all is a reminder of the fact that city life will always feel a little lonely — but to see my life reflected in film comforts my own peculiar urban loneliness.
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Writing in an indifferent universe

Studying the looking glass

Perhaps more than the existentialist confirmation that my work doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of the universe, it is the acceptance of the fact that I am average. Even, dare I say, mediocre. 
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The sunset made me cry and other clichés

Studying the looking glass

Despite my grievances, I do want to embrace the mainstream as a more accessible base to connect with the people around me, to recognize that moments of shared emotion are just as valuable a part in experiencing art.
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Forever in a box

Laminated ink

As much as I rejoice in spilling my guts to a modest readership of unknown strangers and cheerleader-like family relatives, I halt myself from giving away everything.
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