Call it an Ikigai Fart, it's the first day of the year and a lot of traffic. Try to hang on because I told you the shape of Pringles is engineered to not break when force is applied on it from top.

Life's either near equilibrium or almost dead, listen to this Sunday thinking of a friend you want to call for a while now. Best to call that person right after this 21:39 min collection of tones... To next time ;)

A short catchup, peep into one alternate personality of the speaker, and bad commitments.

When stars collide, sing me a lullaby. She's talking as if you're here to listen. Are you? Say something. It feels a bit more real that way.

It's a grey day. Neutral. Questions. It's time to think. Sort out the mess. Ask, Why

Too Casual / A lot more tacky / A narrator that needs to learn // Is it worthwhile?

Just before she slept, she saw two plays and that led to a 23 min recording. Most probably a result of her procrastination. A day pretty much wasted, but felt the liveliest she's felt in a long time. Thanks for the play. It's a different feeling just to know someone listened, probably. Haha. Good Day !

A month for by but I forgot to do one thing. Work on the podcast. No excuses. Hasn't done anything last month. I sound strange. Go on, you'll understand once you hear it.

The narrator seems to be silent yet getting chased down by time. She's just not getting along the notification era. A lot of interruptions and as always background noise which needs to be worked out. A numb brain, scavenging for works to describe how the day went by.

As the person narrating her day goes around in circles, from listening news in lines to thinking about how she messed up thanks to privilege, it's a strange long day. Wanna listen? Why listen? Would you like to live the narrator's day, p.s. hope not 🌚