Our thoughts are composed of language. The more complicated the language, the more complicated our thoughts -- just like how infants have simple thoughts because they don't know any words, and grownups have more complex thoughts because they have a larger vocabulary. Language also helps shape thoughts. I have a lot of different ramblings in my brain, they make me feel a certain way and I assume meaning out of informal feelings. By putting these ramblings into writing, I creat

The crappy internet aesthetics of the 2010s defined by flashy animation gifs, vibrant fonts, and low-quality rendered 3D models pull me back in time into the world of my childhood. Powerpoint slides with saturated gradients and dancing gifs look too corny, elaborate transparent glass windows simulate a clean, aquatic energy on Windows 7 desktops, even machines that embody the digital interface look metallic and chiseled, almost too complicated nowadays for a mundane item such

When I was 6 my parents bought our first car, a Mazda. They consulted me to choose a color for the car. I was a girly girl and chose red (only girly color) and a hello kitty themed seat wrapper. 13 years later when I was 19 -- no longer a girly girl and preferred muted earth tones over red -- the car exceeded its life expectancy and was mandated by the government to get recycled at a scrap metal recycling facility. The sadness is hitting me now, a year after the red Mazda was

First, let’s define what “real” and “fake” mean. In the Chinese classic Dream of the Red Chamber , everything revolves around one line: “When the false is taken as real, the real becomes false.” There is falsehood within reality, and reality within falsehood. These two concepts are incredibly blurry. Take a small internal example: imagine I’m furious and yelling at someone. What I say is exaggerated—“fake” in the traditional sense. But my anger is real. Or take an external ex