Small things

Nov 24, 2024

Loving oneself is important. But sometimes, I feel like I practice self-care conspicuously, as if to show others that I can do these things too.

Musically, I wanted to write something immediate and direct. Hope you like it.

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I’ll go out, take a walk, get a coffee, read a poem in a local hipster cafe

I’ll stop putting off looking for three small things that make me proud of myself

I’ll dig out a small hole in the ground, bury all the bad thoughts that have come my way,

Pour down a jug of hot water so I know for sure that it won’t grow anymore

Then I will think about all the other things, like brushing my teeth,

Like changing my sheets and caring for my shit

And all the other small things I gotta do,

All the other things to prove to you

That I know how to love myself

I will think about all the other things, like brushing my teeth,

Like changing my sheets and caring for my shit,

And all the other small things I gotta do,

All the other things to prove to you

That I know how to love myself

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Music: @tentatively_potato

Artwork: @tentatively_potato

Amok

Nov 6, 2024

There was a time earlier this year when I got obsessed with artists like Francis Bacon, Kafka, Nine Inch Nails, and Grazhdanskaya Oborona (a Soviet punk rock band). I wrote this song then and never published it, but I decided to release it in the end. It's a bit dark.

The cover art is based on Head VI by Francis Bacon.

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I step outside

The city’s not mine

I wouldn’t mind

Staying undefined

And my pre-frontal cortex is under fire

But I don’t mind

I’m playing french chansons on repeat

I’m twisting my feet in the sheets

The time is plundering the streets

So I’ve been on retreat

And I am defeatist

I feel depleted

I feel like the snow under heat

Slowly turning into sleet

I feel depleted

And I am defeatist

So I’ve been on retreat

The time is plundering the streets

I’m twisting my feet in the sheets

I’m playing french chansons on repeat, on repeat, on repeat

And when I step outside

The city’s not mine

And I wouldn’t mind

Staying behind

And my pre-frontal cortex is under fire

But I don’t mind

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Music: @tentatively_potato

Artwork: @tentatively_potato, based on Francis Bacon

Econ PhD Love Song

Oct 22, 2024

I guess I was bound to write an Econ nerd love song one day. I hope your love life is continuous and twice differentiable.

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Arrow’s impossibility theorem

is an important result,

But I wouldn’t mind not understanding it

If I could be with you.

I like the rational choice theory,

That’s why I do economics;

But it cannot quite explain

My obsession with you.

And this is as real as the fact that

Acemoglu will win the Nobel Prize one day.

If you were an Econ nerd like me, you would know

What I mean,

What I mean.

As time goes to infinity,

All my romantic feelings

Will have to converge right to you

At an exponential rate.

I am an applied microeconomist,

I don’t enjoy doing macro;

But I could solve all the Bellman equations for you

If that was what it takes.

And this is as real as the fact that

There is no one to one mapping between the reals and integers

If you were an Econ nerd like me, you would know

What I mean.

And this was all jokes and fun,

But sometimes I cry when I think of you.

And even if you are not a hopeless nerd like me,

I really hope you understand

What I mean.

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Music: @tentatively_potato

Artwork: @tentatively_potato feat. Wikipedia

PFC

Sep 25, 2024

I wanted to write something weird but true, as I felt my songs were too logical. After all, isn’t life weird and true and chaotic and full of things that lack right angles?

I release the cover as Creative Commons, complying with the requirements for using Wikipedia content.

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I step outside

The city’s not mine

I wouldn’t mind

Staying undefined

And my pre-frontal cortex is under fire

But I don’t mind

I’m playing french chansons on repeat

I’m twisting my feet in the sheets

The time is plundering the streets

So I’ve been on retreat

And I am defeatist

I feel depleted

I feel like the snow under heat

Slowly turning into sleet

I feel depleted

And I am defeatist

So I’ve been on retreat

The time is plundering the streets

I’m twisting my feet in the sheets

I’m playing french chansons on repeat, on repeat, on repeat

And when I step outside

The city’s not mine

And I wouldn’t mind

Staying behind

And my pre-frontal cortex is under fire

But I don’t mind

🥔

Music: @tentatively_potato

Artwork: @tentatively_potato feat. Wikipedia