This is a digital journal that started in March 2020, right when the world was starting to turn upside down and we had no idea how long it would be until we could gather around kitchen tables, argue in bars or classrooms, or hug our loved ones. I went a little crazy, so I started this here wee website to store my poems, photos, selected journal entries, and spotify stylings.
Here’s what you can expect from me in the depths of my little corner of the internet - intersectional environmentalism, the occasional curse word, some heal-y, feel-y hippie content, a few videos of my town, family, and friends, and my honest and inquisitive opinions about the world. It’s also a space where I want to learn and engage, actively, in the conversations we’re having both across America and globally right now. I’ve been thinking, reading, and reflecting a lot these days, as well as trying to act and advocate for change, and for me, a lot of that work happens on the internet, creating and synthesizing what I’m learning.
If you want to find me in other parts of the internet, here’s my instagram, youtube, linkedin, facebook, twitter, VSCO, and pinterest. If you want to email me or collaborate on a project, you can contact me below. If you do, please be nice - I love communicating on the social internet and getting to talk to different people, but I hate when people are dicks about it. A few notes -- this is a space where Black lives matter, which advocates for intersectionality, social, racial, and environmental justice, where love is love, science is real, my queer and trans brothers and sisters feel seen and heard, and in which I am actively trying to unlearn the internalized prejudice, racism, and settler-imperialist values that threaten the lives of others. If I miss the mark, mess up, or have areas where I need to learn more, I hope you can help me.
So, that’s me. Onward, you’ll find my thoughts, feelings, and wutherings. I offer myself to you and the universe in general, to the keyboards and the screens, the forests and the trees, and whoever may bother to think of me when I’m gone.
Peace, love, and power,
- Priya