Take a Closer Look
Product design
I was told at a career seminar that every choice I should ever make for my future should be aimed at branding myself, marketising myself, networking myself, negotionating myself, transactioning myself, crypto-currencing myself.
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Really show the client my special features.
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But the funny thing is the more I try, the more I start resembling a product from a design catalouge, like a lamp, more than a human.
To accomodate my user, here I am as human-size lamp >
1.Eco-Friendly Design
2.Multilingual Functionality
4.First-Rate Materials
3. Versatile Layout
*non-adjustable height
My users can find me versatile, multilingual and tentatively eco-friendly. As every product could ever aspire to be. The issue is that I am not a lamp. I don't stay the same day in and day out. I do bend and fold to accommodate the people around me. But only for the ones I like. Sometimes I have trouble turning off. For weeks at a time, I might not turn on at all. When my bulb is burnt out I might need a different kind from the previous one. I am not a lamp and if one day I get purchased, I hope I don't turn into one.
half-started thoughts on my 4 y/o notes' app
1. i am American. i am Italian. according to both, I'm neither.
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2. i really don't wanna live like i were running a marathon and burning alive.
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3. my gender is friendly neighbourhood sourdough.
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4. what's up with boys getting tattoos on their asses?
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5. i am the unholy queen of snot.
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6. i barely believe five floors of a building can hold me.
7. art is the most subversive form. it's all we have left when we are alone at night. besides scrolling.
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8. gaslight your way to love.
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9. not even death interested me as much as you did.
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10. oh pshtt... i forgot me fish cakes.
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11. men are shit :) and i'm a fucking idiot and 40£ poorer.
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12. if you do, you do. if you don't, you don't. and there is nothing you can do to change it.
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13a. the beautiful thing about abstract words is that it is up to us to fill them with experience.
13b. no good deed goes unseen.
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14. don't forget how he made you feel about yourself.
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15. march objective: make something with menstrual blood.
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16. the overwhelming tenderness of believing my own eyes.
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17. leyla seduces men with cartwheels .
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18. why would I want to call someone into existence and make them go through the finite?
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19. i'm horny but i just had therapy.
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20. speaking is an urge, kind of like vomiting.
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21. keep asking yourself what is right. never stand still. keep asking. don't forget please. remember how it feels. try to fight oblivion.
prequel
To get to know me, you should know that I was a very confused child.
I was born in the USA from two American parents, in an American household, with two American dogs, an American older sister in an American neighbourhood.
It sounds pretty straightforward and easy. Life was pointing me in a very clear direction.
When I was 1y/o we moved to rural pre-globalised northern Italy. At 1y/o I knew no language. At the age of 10, I concocted the Frankestein language of Itanglish. At 13, they told to "hurry up and learn the language already". As a 15y/o I was tired of speaking. At 17, I started writing with a group of friends and a poet at the tutoring centre where I used to volunteer.
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Now I am a slighly less confused adult of 24 years (at least when it comes to the languages I speak).
I have an honours degree in linguistic sciences from Universitá Cattolica of Milan. I am the published co-author of the book Making of Love - Parliamo di Sesso. I was honourably mentioned in the 2022 National Academic Poetry Competition Facoltá di Poesia. I am a devoted member of the Glasgow University Poetry Society. Currently, I am a research assistant intern at my MSc in Applied Linguistics.
The confused mental state I was in as a child, was a massive pain in the ass. I was always handing in homework full of mistakes, getting bad grades and falling behind compared to my classmates.
What I didn't know is that my state of confusion allowed me to question the world around me and appreciate it in all its complexity. Being good at things, is fun. Being bad at them, makes you see reality for what it is.
A chaotic ensemble of matter that may or may not even exist. La vida es sueño, no?
And this is briefly who I am and why do what do and write what I write.
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