Turkish Miracle

27 Feb, 2026

I went out for a walk with Charlie today. We sat at the new bakery near me. Their baklava and Turkish coffee are to die for. Charlie called his ornate set of coffee and delights a "Turkish miracle." Winter this year has felt very dull. That dullness has affected my own vibrancy. I don't dance as much. I don't write as much. My art's been in a weird slump. I haven't cooked a full meal in a couple of weeks. Eh. Life occurs in seasons, no? Come springtime I'll sparkle a little brighter. I ought to verse myself in CSS now that this is my blogging platform. Hooray! A new skill and a fun endeavor!

I stopped writing so much on my Tumblr blog because I've realized privacy can actually help sometimes. I insisted on sharing everything for a while because I wanted to show the unfiltered workings of my brain, but I don't know, there are some things I look back on now that cause feelings of shame. My know-it-all tendencies have been here since my earliest days. Tryinggg to be less of that. I aim to be a person who does not claim to know truths, but rather asks about the possibilities. I don't want to come off as snarkier than I intend to (and I don't intend to at all).

Hahaha, this all reminds me of something Charlie does. He'll ask me questions about things that I obviously don't know the answer to, but he does, so when I say, "I don't know," he'll tell me the fact. As opposed to just telling me the fact in the first place.

"And how do you say that in French?"

"Charlie, why would I know the answer to this?"

"You say: [French words]."

Extra Thought: I've been thinking about my _thing for shame recently. It's more so embarrassment that arouses me, not shame, but I am still fixated on shame and what it does to people. Shackles. It warps us into some... interesting beings.