Another week of Nuskis. Man, life really is a rollercoaster. If I look through my teenage notebooks, filled with Lana Del Rey’s lyrics, tinted with sad teenage girl angst, I cringe at the intensity of the drawings and writings. I have just finished reading *The Virgin Suicides* and one of the Lisbon sisters says, “Clearly officer, you’ve never been a thirteen-year-old girl.” As a student of Stoicism, should a Nuski really be on the twirly loopy rides? I believe so, at least for the creative license and entertainment of a timid nut.
Nuski is actually a useful portal to access the intense emotions I’m living, like the edge of a cliff that I was going through some weeks, some months, or a year ago, and shrug off the “catastrophe” with even more humor and always a good reminder of the good, great times. Maybe nuance is lost as it’s just a short phrase to depict a whole scheme of emotion, but generally, I read her eyebrows and can locate the bigger picture.
Nuski is part of my big brain; she records her little outfits, her travels, her moods, and her relations as well as keeping recordings of memes for posterity.
Let’s keep on recording!
Nuski