An intensely curious. restless. overcaffeinated. seasoned seeker.
Who writes books and creates art.
Loves all things culture, literature, art history & food.
Is fascinated by the vastness of the human experience.
An overthinker who asks big questions..
Explores the web to discover all things interesting.
Needs a journal to record
every single drop of the above.
That is me.
I am Sosanni.
This is the journal.
Welcome to Erratica.
An intensely curious. restless. overcaffeinated. seasoned seeker. Who writes books and creates art. Loves all things culture, literature, art history & food. Is fascinated by the vastness of the human experience. An overthinker who asks big questions.. Explores the web… Continue Reading →
Alice Miller wrote The Body Never Lies. The Lingering Effects of Hurtful Parenting. In the book she mentions various writers, such as Dostoevsky, Kafka, Proust and Woolf, who experienced their own traumatic childhood issues and later exhibited physical symptoms related to that weight they carried within.
I realized that we bombard our minds with imposed states – ranging from enforcing meditative states to overstimulating blasts of micro blips.
…There is no need to have to explain or defend who we are. We are beautiful humans – unique and sovereign beings. There are no such things in reality as flaws, imperfections, and all that. These notions are engineered because society slapped a few benchmarks and traits they labeled as ‘norms’ – and anything other than that is viewed as flawed. And society dances to that tune….
We pour ‘something’ into what we create – beyond inspiration. We end up expressing something beyond what we intended.
That something may or may not be obvious to others. And that brings me to a rabbit hole, looking at what experiences could trigger us to store the chestfuls of ‘things’ in our subconscious.
That idea of chests full of stored things – I liken it to a pirate ship filled with chests – but not stolen booty but stashed experiences, emotions, secrets, thoughts, fears, ideas that are ‘stolen away’ kept from anyone seeing them – sailing away to be buried in some remote island… and that thought drove me to some realizations.
Did you ever have a friend – a helpful, reliable and dependable friend when needed? One who was always there, willing and able to lend a hand for the big and small things?
That ‘one’, the bestie, the one you thought you could never live without their ‘being there to help out’?
Imagine if you find out that friend stabbed you in the back. Rhetorically, darlings.
This book isn’t a typical food read filled with recipes. I wouldn’t even call this book a ‘read ‘ – it is an ‘experience’.
Reading Gastro Obscura is an immersive journey that takes the reader into a world of food they never knew existed.
Paris between the wars. The city. The arts. The movements. The literature. The left bank. The culture. The cocktail.
Stop right there.
This is about THE COCKTAIL.
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