This entry was originally written on 10/19/25, 11:03 pm.
It's been quite a long time since my last entry, and for that I apologize. Though not to anyone in particular. Its been more of a disservice to myself than to anyone else. There's a few life updates, nothing major, just general things I got up to during the summer. I was feeling like I needed to start writing again because sometimes days sneak up on you and pass in this weird way. You become passive about so many things in your life until a moment of clarity hits. Then the passivity settles into place again and you forget about it. Writing was one of those things. I don't want to treat it as a vehicle for discussion posts and midterms, which loom over me this very second.
The late Summer and Beginning of Fall
I feel like I did so much, but as I can recall right now: I saw Turnstile (+others) under the Kosciusko Bridge in June which felt like the inaugural summer concert (and went to the Pitchfork zine event), I went to Costa Rica for 4 days with my Mom (relaxing but also existential), and I went on a roadtrip starting in Minnesota and making our way east all the way to Toronto with my Dad. I also went to 2(?) parties. More about all of these on my instagram, but I just checked and it looks like I didn't even make a dedicated post for any of these events except on my spam. Thats actually where all of my ramblings have been sitting since the months-long abandonment of this blog. I don't want to get into all the details of my summer because its long gone now, but something weird happened before I took that first trip to Costa Rica. There was something on the news about missiles in Iran, and ill-advised strike by Trump etc... I was already feeling crazy and neurotic thinking about flying. I am not a good flyer. Somehow it's gotten worse with every plane I have been on. I started freaking out a little bit and the days leading up to the flight I was scared to go outside (???? yeah, I don't know.) Anyway it was literally fine. Just a blip in my understanding of reality.
Then when I got back to New York, and July 4th rolled around I tested positive for COVID. That was the most miserable week I have experienced in the past few months. I was achy, miserable, sore throat, head throbbing from crying because I felt so bad about ruining the holiday plans. Inconsolable. The weeks after, I was paranoid about getting chest pains when I laid down. Then comes the week before I leave for Minnesota- I feel hot. I take my temperature and its only going up. Futile attempts to fall asleep are made. I am aching and shivering, hot but freezing. I think of Superman to calm me down. He'll save me because he's a good man who helps people. The man of Metropolis come to steal my heart! (thanks, Suf.). Some warm red glow fills up my head and I drift asleep. I keep waking up though. I had been listening to a lot of Magdalena Bay at the time, so somehow I become convinced in my feverish state that I AM Mag Bay. I've been ask to put on a concert, its some stop on the tour, and I can't reschedule. I am both of them, Magdalena and Bay! I didn't know what to do. I was waking up sporadically through the whole night telling myself I have to get up early for the concert tomorrow and there was none. When I took my temperature the night before and it was high, my parents weren't that concerned. In the morning It was something like 102. I went to Urgent Care. Dunkin Donuts breakfast and some peach tea drink at 8 A.M. It wasn't COVID again but it was something weird and the doctor said I probably still had antibodies in me. A day of rest and I was up again. Then I volunteered at a baked goods benefit at a restaurant in Ridgewood. I wish I could just waltz into a place like that and get a job because it was pretty cool.
I'm losing steam on this summer talk so I'm just going to forego the lengthy recap. I just love to recount my suffering, it makes for a vivid reading experience. I did so much from Minnesota to Wisconsin to Michigan to Toronto Canadia.
What's UP. Candy's Room
I'm naming this one after a beloved Springsteen song. Candy is a pretty sappy name. Darkness On The Edge of town is a really great album. I would love to listen to it in a big room with big speakers one day.
