inedible passions. tasty little braindump.

I just realized that I wasted a year of productivity and almost indulged agoraphobia by following the footsteps akin to a Prozac user. The haze is gone, and my regret is that it took a year instead of exploring other options sooner (habits are hard to break.)

It also scares me how much capitalism I have tolerated…in terms of witnessing how individuals and cultures have been capitalised on, for a corporation/s vested interest. I was browsing an architecture blog yesterday with C and I have not ever felt so alienated, of all things, by what I adore! To be disgusted by certain types of architecture…huh…even I am surprised at myself, for someome who has been enamored by architecture since adolescence.

It’s like someone threw a water balloon at me, from behind my back, during this chilly, overcast day. I don’t know what to make of it just yet. I still feel groggy and rudely awakened.