Phillip Tang

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Hi my name is Phillip and I don't really know what I'm doing.

Okay so I’m working almost full time and I’m taking 4 classes and I’m starting a creative project and I’m getting a little overwhelmed by it all and I’m very tired and I want to sleep but I have stuff to do. This is the first time I’ve experienced something like this. I feel like I should start stressing out or panicking.


Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray 

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So I’m trying to be responsible and be productive and get my shit done, but the other day I opted to drink mai tais instead of starting on my essay and I drove home with the taste of rum and cigarettes lingering on my tongue at 5 am and it didn’t make me feel any better but I just wanted to have more human experiences, if that makes sense, and I just bull shitted a 4 page essay analyzing a poem by Adrienne Rich and I don’t want to do homework I want to make stuff and be inspired but I have class tomorrow at 9 and I’m tired.

"When you leave the theater wanting to discuss the play, that’s a good play. When you leave the theater wanting to discuss your life and the world, that’s art."

I love the concept of humming. It’s like two or more things vibrating gently against each other. It’s the low hum of crickets on a summer night, the hum of an airplane traveling farther away, the slow churning of people in the morning. Cause in the end, we’re nothing but a bunch of molecules, looking for someone who’s vibration can stand against our own without crumbling apart from the tremors and the aftershock.