It’s 11 pm and I am dipping baby carrots in peanut butter. It probably tastes horrible as a combination but it doesn’t matter because I’ve lost my taste and smell. My situation was a “1 in 5,000” according to the New York Times heading today, which makes me question my misfortune even more. I was keeping it cool for the initial days but I can confess that I ugly-cried when I got up and couldn’t taste my coffee.
“When everything is reduced to bodily sensations and there is nowhere to run to, daily small pleasures become the only refuge.“ –> what if Being with the setting (or rising) Sun is actually the point, and the rest is just noise?
Baby carrots and peanut butter
“When everything is reduced to bodily sensations and there is nowhere to run to, daily small pleasures become the only refuge.“ –> what if Being with the setting (or rising) Sun is actually the point, and the rest is just noise?
Healing vibes heading your way ✨