Lilian's Journal
Between Being and Becoming
“Until the Dirt and Stars Reclaim Me…”
Welcome to my journal — part archive, part outlet full of drafts.
I’m clearing out my Notes app, giving my friends a break, and finally putting my thoughts somewhere they can breathe. Here you will find: reflections on life, media, culture, and the occasional poem while I’m still figuring it out. Continue the convo and leave a comment below – Lilian Agya
Posts
“Until the Dirt and Stars Reclaim Me…”
Welcome to my journal — part archive, part outlet full of drafts.
I’m clearing out my Notes app, giving my friends a break, and finally putting my thoughts somewhere they can breathe. Here you will find: reflections on life, media, culture, and the occasional poem while I’m still figuring it out. Continue the convo and leave a comment below – Lilian Agya
The Latest
“I needed to scream, to growl, to ‘Tell a bitch Hoorah, Step up in this bitch [and] look too fly.”
“The true offense seems to be the spectacle — the unapologetic pride of a globally influential Puerto Rican man. But I guess a prophet is never welcomed at home.”
Posts
“Until the Dirt and Stars Reclaim Me…”
Welcome to my journal — part archive, part outlet full of drafts.
I’m clearing out my Notes app, giving my friends a break, and finally putting my thoughts somewhere they can breathe. Here you will find: reflections on life, media, culture, and the occasional poem while I’m still figuring it out. Continue the convo and leave a comment below – Lilian Agya
The Latest:
“I needed to scream, to growl, to ‘Tell a bitch Hoorah, Step up in this bitch [and] look too fly.”
“The true offense seems to be the spectacle — the unapologetic pride of a globally influential Puerto Rican man. But I guess a prophet is never welcomed at home.”