I forget my age often but I was born in a year after 2000.
I started my PhD in 202*. In high school through my earliest years of undergrad, I thought I would study (and did study) math and computer science. Then I did something like an inelegant barrel roll into the humanities.
I do not like cellphones very much. I need a phone for WeChat, but I lock up my phone often and don't usually bring it outside the house unless there's a slim chance I will get killed and might need to call 911. But it isn't really that simple, of course, because being cellphoneless in a cellphone world is not altogether that great. I can only talk to "cellphone people." (I am probably still a "cellphone person.")
Communication becomes more difficult the more you read and think. (A nice little platitude. Sucks that no one told me silent reading would develop interiority. Might have reconsidered.)
Things I enjoy, in no particular order: reading, cats, writing, painting, drawing, coding, running, cross-country skiing, biking, the ocean, good parks, being alone, being with people, my family, fasting, tea, decaf coffee, birds, good prose, eating healthy, languages, thinking about ethics and violence (not committing).
Things I do not enjoy as much: being in large metal boxes or box-like things in order to be transported to another location (in descending dislike: airplanes, elevators, ski lifts, cars, trains, ships), sugar, alcohol, cigarette smoke, disposable cups and utensils, internet feeds, cellphones, young men with irony-poisoning, bad prose, complacency, missed connections.
Tea makes me calm, and sometimes even makes me sleep.
I cannot even begin to express myself. Don't take what I say too seriously, unless I am serious, but usually I am just trying out different arrangements of words, and sometimes it gets close to what I am thinking; more often it does not.
I miss breaking into the school vans in winter. We got caught a few times...
The air in Cambridge is a little stale.
A fact, à la Mr. Gradgrind: "NOSTALGIA. (Med.) Homesickness; esp., a severe and sometimes fatal form of melancholia, due to homesickness." I miss home! But I cannot find my home anymore. On better days, I am a 外地人, often a 外国人, on the worst of days I resemble a 外星人. You can measure me in degrees of 外*人.
I have a cat. / A cat has me.
The first time I ate meat was when I turned eighteen. It was turkey, of all things.
Officially, I do not have autism; although it is true that most people do not need to prove this. I think this is pretty funny.
You can contact me through email: will1owe99bdw / @ / gmail.com. We might have things in common.
