“And when you’re gone, who remembers your name?Who keeps your flame?Who tells your story?” So goes the last song of the Hamilton soundtrack. Do you ever worry about your legacy? Do you ever worry about leaving behind a piece of you, something that keeps you in someone, anyone’s memory? I’m fast approaching 25 (hello, quarter…… Continue reading Legacy in art: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
Why are you staring? They say your title needs to reflect the content. *shrugs* I’ve been tagged to do a number of posts but I never got around to doing them. I’ve ignored the Disney Princess tag, Earth Day, the Sims tag, and so many more. I’m very sorry, everyone who nominated me–this is because…… Continue reading The Happiness Ta–WAIT, This is Lit is still doing tags?!
So, I’ve been spending the whole week wondering about what I should write next. Some would call this a slump, but not me. Nuh-uh. To steal the words of Brooklynn Nine-Nine’s amazing detective/genius Jake Peralta: I don’t slump, people. I opposite of slump. I pmuls. That’s slump backwards and it’s what I do. I pmuls…… Continue reading 11 actual conversations I’ve had with people.