Eighteenth of June

Eighteenth of June

I was just thinking how bizarre it is that a year has passed. It’s such a banal measurement. A year. What does a year mean outside of science, geography, space? Why is there is something so personally significant about “this time last year”…? An interest, a fascination, with who we were a year ago today. 

June eighteenth.

Who were you with? What did you wear? Where did you go? How did you think? Were your thoughts the same?

Are you the same?

Hartley was right to call it a foreign country. Our perceptions of the past are never accurate - our perceptions never completely true, however much we might try to believe that they are.

These bay leaves behind me, the cornflowers growing between the patio slabs, they might seem the same as last year and the year before, and the year before - but of course they are not.

They have their genesis in the past, but does that mean they are the same? Does that mean that we're the same?

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all phrases remind me of some nostalgic memories and make me emotional(and I love it!). every time when I feel the season is out of reach I think about last year. every moment, weather, and color of sky are so precious because they would never come back and not the same as tomorrow.


Everything you do, your stationery, your channel, your writings, your publications, everything is cozy and aesthetic and calming, God you are the best! If I ever get the chance to move to the UK and more so, being a youtuber, I would love love love to be able to meet you, I am praying for this<3

Shikha Chaudhary

Time spelled the other way around says Emit, which sometimes makes me feel like someone is writing my story and time being an eraser keeps on emitting it as and when it happens. Hence, living every moment is so important cause it wont happen again.


I believe “same” is an illusion, a construct, that helps us when we are growing up.


I always have this “what was I doing a week/month/year ago?” thought. Almost every day. In a way, I realise how useless it is because I always end up telling myself either “oh, it doesn’t feel like a week/month/year” or “oh, it feels like a long ago”.
A lot of things have changed for me in five years and I would always think about how different things were and – of course – how I wished things were just how they used to be. But then, a few weeks ago, I was spending some time at the window of my bedroom and the evening air just had the same smell as these evenings of five years ago. And I realised that yes things do change but they also do remain the same in a way. I thought I had changed drastically, but I am still the same. That’s interesting, but also so natural that things change but also remain the same to our perception.

I’m really sorry if that doesn’t make sense. I’m also sorry if I made mistakes, English is not my first language.


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