transdisciplinary, transregional, and transchronological musings at the intersections of art, history, and technology.

safe spaces

When I was younger, I was supremely conflict avoidant. A disagreement with a friend, even over where to go for lunch, could send me into a spiral where I'd doubt if they would ever talk to me again. Either that or I would immediately capitulate. Nasi lemak at

blobbing/ blogging

I've been told that calling a collection of thoughts a blog is no longer cool and it marks me as firmly milennial. "It sounds ugly." Some prefer to simply call it "content" which to me disappears it into the vast ocean of the internet.