4 August , 24

4 August , 24

Early morning classes do not inspire enthusiasm today. My books have arrived, filling me with a desire to devote the entire day to reading. However, an intimidating pile of white laundry demands my attention. As I hang the clothes, the washing line, seemingly reserved for whites, captures my affection with its gentle flutter in the breeze.

Amidst the chores, I manage to steal moments for myself. Outside, cumulus clouds drift lazily across the cerulean vastness of the sky, while the sun plays peek-a-boo, occasionally illuminating the lush greenery of my plants and a single wild white lily, which stands out like a pixie amidst the foliage. In these fleeting glimpses of beauty, I am reminded that

" life is indeed beautiful."

Many drinks were had at this cafe, which was my regular spot during my recent trip to Italy. Here I finished The Fraud by Zadie Smith, a most treasured birthday present from a dear friend last year.

I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.

Joan Didion

robin elise pieterse

My aesthetic is like dark academia but the medieval Iranian / Islamic golden age version