// written on 09.14.24
been observing recently why certain rhetoric naturally just clicked. why words are so significant to me in the first place. I didn't know.
it’s interesting during this reflection to see how certain values don’t seem to sit with the conscience the same way. as if subconsciously, almost intentionally, I want to be left out of this idea which celebrates nihilism as a substitute for not trying. that perhaps the consequence of confronting madness is the risk of becoming a laughing stock. but at some point a decision had to be made to swallow my feelings and, in the process, swallow pride to consider in what context the pursuit of happiness could be a solution to undelude a dream.
anyways, enough food for thought. my name is Oriana (or Ori if it’s easier) — a visual communicator who wields a mind which cannot seem to hide from itself, while wearing the heart not on a sleeve but on head, shirt and shoulder. how are you?
// contact
< email: hello@orianaren.info >
< insta: @orianaren >
< arena: ori (☺) >
// quick reads
< The Library of Babel, Jorge Luis Borges >
< Design as Art, Bruno Munari >
< Metamorphasis, Franz Kafka >
< This is Water, David Foster Wallace >
< Self Respect, Joan Didion >
// resume available upon request
been observing recently why certain rhetoric naturally just clicked. why words are so significant to me in the first place. I didn't know.
it’s interesting during this reflection to see how certain values don’t seem to sit with the conscience the same way. as if subconsciously, almost intentionally, I want to be left out of this idea which celebrates nihilism as a substitute for not trying. that perhaps the consequence of confronting madness is the risk of becoming a laughing stock. but at some point a decision had to be made to swallow my feelings and, in the process, swallow pride to consider in what context the pursuit of happiness could be a solution to undelude a dream.
anyways, enough food for thought. my name is Oriana (or Ori if it’s easier) — a visual communicator who wields a mind which cannot seem to hide from itself, while wearing the heart not on a sleeve but on head, shirt and shoulder. how are you?
// contact
< email: hello@orianaren.info >
< insta: @orianaren >
< arena: ori (☺) >
// quick reads
< The Library of Babel, Jorge Luis Borges >
< Design as Art, Bruno Munari >
< Metamorphasis, Franz Kafka >
< This is Water, David Foster Wallace >
< Self Respect, Joan Didion >
// resume available upon request