Moodboarding summer
because the real world sucks and the least we can do is live for the aesthetics
There is no summer vacation reprieve for the “thought daughter”. The reprieve is found only in books and journals and diaries. Nature is too real; it exists too much outside of everything that’s inside. And this summer I want to be inside. I want to sit and read and write and create my own little “perfect” world that isn’t perturbed by others’ presence or thoughts. An insulated world, where I can live for two months in peace before returning to the real world. Utter dissociation from the corporeal self. I want to float in my sub-conscience and completely give myself to the selfish feeling that no one else gets to follow me in there.
I can’t help but put a pair of rose-tinted spectacles when I look at the world and view things the way I want them to be and not the way they are. Any opportunity I get to escape reality, I grasp at it like it’s a lifeline, although I know some people don’t see the world like that at all. But until that crushing sense of reality hits me like a truck… you guys are stuck reading stuff like this on my substack (#— ﹏ —) Maybe I will convert you into delusional romanticists, who knows.
Here is what my summer will look like this year — and hopefully in July, it will look like this without the headache and the stress of studying, but only the pleasure of reading for leisure.
Ps: don’t take this post seriously by any means. I was forced to study a few surrealist and existentialist authors for my finals and they sort of took over my thought process when I made this.
Until next time,
Anna
I hope your summer is nothing less than the above