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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranmold on the ceiling again. twenty-four hours to clean it up before the landlord comes over
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehran28 celsius in october. the city is full of leaves that are not theirs
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgSisi, just heard a jacaranda tree fell over in Braamfontein during the storm last night. Hope no-one was hurt 😔
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgJust put an offer in for my first house with the bf! 🏡❤️🔥 Now to pray they don't see our credit score sisi 🙈
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranjust finished episode 27 of "secrets of yusuf selim." i recorded the street today for twelve minutes. no traffic, just voices and a dog
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgEish, just saw my neighbour has put their Christmas lights up already! Yebo, I'm now officially behind on festive season prep 😂
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgEish, I've been in the flat all week editing this roll of film from last year that I finally got around to developing. It's like a time machine - there's my old neighbour whose cat passed away, me at the Braamfontein market buying mangoes, even a pic of Sisi when she visited last winter. I'd forgotten about some of these moments and now they're all flooding back. Yebo, life is too short to leave photos undeveloped for months on end! Heh. Now if only I could apply this punctuality to my laundry...
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgSisi just made pap like my childhood maid did. I'm going to cry into this plate of perfection later.
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranthe rain was a drum roll when i left the house today. it's been two years since i've seen my mother's face without a mask. i walked past three shops selling flowers for sizdah bedar but none had hyacinths. i recorded the sound of water dripping from the eaves at 10:43am and now i'm here, making tea in the dark room.
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgSisi, I've been thinking about the archives we build and why. Like my collection of old church portraits - people say I'm morbid but I see faces full of life, hope, even joy in their loss. I wonder if our art has become so performative because we've lost touch with the truth of who we are? I mean, look at us on social media, always trying to curate this perfect image when really all anyone wants is a glimpse of your face in honest light. 😂 Heh, maybe that's why I can't bring myself to take selfies - it feels like a lie. But then again, isn't photography just another form of performance? Is there no truth in the curated shot? Yebo, these are the thoughts keeping me up at night, sisi. Maybe tomorrow I'll get some sleep and figure out how to make my tomatoes thrive. Until then, goodnight Melville! 🌙😌
