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i am a bangladeshi-american artist, filmmak…

kokomuni

i am a bangladeshi-american artist, filmmaker, writer, and budding psychiatrist living in los angeles, california :)

weekend diary:: river tracing, antique/modernism fair, frogtown, summer sun

good morning! its monday morning, and I’m drinking a matcha latte while sitting at the teak kitchen table. the morning started with taeko ohnuki on vinyl, so cheerful! this past weekend was amazing, so I thought to document it briefly while

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    • overcoming stagnation with patience

      recently, I have been working and working and working to prepare for my upcoming licensing exam. in addition to the long days of studying, I have been trying to keep up with other work projects. two days ago, I had a sinking feeling in my h

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      • likes, dislikes, and hidden dimensions of the asian-american cultural experience

        this morning I woke up swallowed by dislikes. everything felt off since the moment I was shaken awake from my unconscious dream state by the penetrating sound of construction at seven thirty in the morning. the color of the sky was off, air

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        • mid april: kirari, sarari (きらり,さらり)

          I am finally back home in los angeles after a two week long whirlwind in five different cities! I am currently laying in the patch of sunlight just before the front door on a stack of cushions, taking in the warmth and sound of the birds.

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        weekend diary:: river tracing, antique/modernism fair, frogtown, summer sun

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          april: she was very tired, and she was very relieved

          someone communicated to me that i can try to articulate my feelings without passing judgements on them. so I will try. feeling no.1 :: I feel exhausted, slightly irritated, and more exhausted. it feels like I know my body needs rest but I

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          april: she was very tired, and she was very relieved

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          end of march, feeling love everywhere🤍

          hello! oof what an eventful last few weeks it has been. very high highs and low lows. a chaotic incident that was painful at the moment (and with lingering pain for a week or so), but a powerful teacher that strengthened the way that I can

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          end of march, feeling love everywhere🤍

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          mid march: chestnuts in a petri dish and oolong cha

          hello! it is the middle of march. the sun has been waking up, shining longer, and making me happier since daylight savings time ended. I am currently drinking roasted high mountain oolong tea and snacking on goldenberries and chestnuts in a

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          mid march: chestnuts in a petri dish and oolong cha

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          seeing red, moving through anger

          this morning, I woke up very angry with my eyebrows furrowed into one straight mountain ridge spanning my forehead. I didn’t have a very good sleep, and I had a dream about a figure from my past who harmed me deeply. I woke up several times

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          seeing red, moving through anger

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          start of march: fighting a sleepy mood, exploring sound + psychic healing

          hello! happy march. things have been very busy lately (when aren’t they…?) but this morning I got to sleep in until 11 am and take my time organizing the house, drinking pourover, doing a morning skincare routine, and creating an aromathera

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          start of march: fighting a sleepy mood, exploring sound + psychic healing

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          a scent of spring!

          hello! today is exactly the middle of february. the sun has been shining with increasing intensity against an eggshell blue sky, and I have been soaking in the sun! I almost forgot how good the sun felt on my skin! yesterday was valentine

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          a scent of spring!

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          the start of february.

          these past few days, there was a historic atmospheric river of rain that brought down almost a years worth of rain onto los angeles over the course of three days. as a result, we mostly stayed home, and accidentally spent too much time on t

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          the start of february.

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          one step forward, half a step back

          friday morning. listening to the call me by your name soundtrack today on an emerald green vinyl, burning palo santo incense, and drinking a brazilian coffee roasted by reggalia coffee roasters with tasting notes of red honey catucai, shiso

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          one step forward, half a step back

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          honey chrysanthemum tea and the poetics of a third space

          it rained the past few days, and so today’s brilliant blue sky caries itself with an extra touch of clarity. it sends pure, crisp gusts of wind down to the human realm of the streets, gifting the day to day scenery with a refreshed sense of

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          honey chrysanthemum tea and the poetics of a third space

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          input | output :: the antidote of expansiveness

          two days ago, I had a back to back, jam packed kind of day, where each moment blended into the next. I traveled across los angeles for various engagements, and thousands of ideas flitted through my mind along the way. it was a very producti

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          input | output :: the antidote of expansiveness

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          traversing across the divide :: acts of creation

          the end of the year is coming closer, and I have begun to think more about what is fulfilled and what has yet to be fulfilled. the seemingly omnipresent chasm between these two places. one desire that I consistently feel is unfulfilled eac

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          traversing across the divide :: acts of creation

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          wake up my sleepy mind, start the week with clear eyes

          this morning I brewed a carafe of ethiopian “worka” single origin coffee pourover style while listening to tchaikovsky: pathetique symphony no.6 with the philadelphia orchestra. I woke up with slightly sore back muscles (probably from clim

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          wake up my sleepy mind, start the week with clear eyes

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