Asique Alam
@asiquealam.bsky.social
In the act of feigned ignorance, I have stumbled upon true simplicity. In doing so, I have found bliss. Perhaps, Nirvana is but a single misstep away.
March 25, 2025 at 3:10 AM
In the act of feigned ignorance, I have stumbled upon true simplicity. In doing so, I have found bliss. Perhaps, Nirvana is but a single misstep away.
I’d rather cast everything into the void—no possessions, no remnants, nothing. Everything around me is a wound, each small object igniting memories of what can never be again. It all clings to my soul like a thorn, and I’ll tear it free.
January 29, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I’d rather cast everything into the void—no possessions, no remnants, nothing. Everything around me is a wound, each small object igniting memories of what can never be again. It all clings to my soul like a thorn, and I’ll tear it free.
If the world we walk in is a script, does it matter if we know it? Or is ignorance a mercy?
January 26, 2025 at 4:21 AM
If the world we walk in is a script, does it matter if we know it? Or is ignorance a mercy?
It’s astonishing how quickly the media can switch into overdrive, relentlessly pushing narratives overnight. It’s clear that none of these voices truly have our best interests at heart. At the end of the day, it’s a big club—and we’re not in it.
January 22, 2025 at 4:25 PM
It’s astonishing how quickly the media can switch into overdrive, relentlessly pushing narratives overnight. It’s clear that none of these voices truly have our best interests at heart. At the end of the day, it’s a big club—and we’re not in it.
It’s nearly nine on a Thursday morn,
A cappuccino cradled in hands worn.
In a turtleneck, draped by a kimono’s grace, I watch the world unfold through the window’s face.
The air hums softly, a quiet reprieve,
Yet the heart whispers, something’s got to give.
A cappuccino cradled in hands worn.
In a turtleneck, draped by a kimono’s grace, I watch the world unfold through the window’s face.
The air hums softly, a quiet reprieve,
Yet the heart whispers, something’s got to give.
January 16, 2025 at 1:54 PM
It’s nearly nine on a Thursday morn,
A cappuccino cradled in hands worn.
In a turtleneck, draped by a kimono’s grace, I watch the world unfold through the window’s face.
The air hums softly, a quiet reprieve,
Yet the heart whispers, something’s got to give.
A cappuccino cradled in hands worn.
In a turtleneck, draped by a kimono’s grace, I watch the world unfold through the window’s face.
The air hums softly, a quiet reprieve,
Yet the heart whispers, something’s got to give.
I used to think time was an adversary, but day by day I realized it is my only companion.
January 8, 2025 at 6:17 PM
I used to think time was an adversary, but day by day I realized it is my only companion.
There's something melancholic about gathering friends and family at a distant venue, away from work and home, just to share a fleeting moment in one place, celebrating who knows what. It feels like a prelude to the afterlife—a strange, bittersweet thought.
December 19, 2024 at 6:40 PM
There's something melancholic about gathering friends and family at a distant venue, away from work and home, just to share a fleeting moment in one place, celebrating who knows what. It feels like a prelude to the afterlife—a strange, bittersweet thought.
December 12, 2024 at 5:53 PM
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every morning, my cat and I spend at least 15 minutes snuggling with her face smooshed against my face if you evEN CARE
December 11, 2024 at 1:15 PM
every morning, my cat and I spend at least 15 minutes snuggling with her face smooshed against my face if you evEN CARE
I can't believe my cat is 51 years old. He's a baby. What does he know?
November 30, 2024 at 2:38 AM
I can't believe my cat is 51 years old. He's a baby. What does he know?
Clothes are peculiar things, aren’t they? They carry fragments of memory, stitched into their seams. They’ve been there with you—on days that weren’t always yours to claim. Yet in their quiet loyalty, they’re always there when needed. Each garment whispers of a different day, a different self.
November 29, 2024 at 2:16 AM
Clothes are peculiar things, aren’t they? They carry fragments of memory, stitched into their seams. They’ve been there with you—on days that weren’t always yours to claim. Yet in their quiet loyalty, they’re always there when needed. Each garment whispers of a different day, a different self.
Concerting an idea or just projecting my dream or a memory into reality.
November 28, 2024 at 7:41 AM
Concerting an idea or just projecting my dream or a memory into reality.
I finally got an iPad and I can't wait to make art and music cuz it's so much has been bottled up. I've got to release a yo ooo
November 28, 2024 at 12:01 AM
I finally got an iPad and I can't wait to make art and music cuz it's so much has been bottled up. I've got to release a yo ooo
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Probably need a couple more years of data to solidify this but I’m pretty sure that the more that pro players and streamers hate a particular release of Call of Duty, the better the game actually is.
November 27, 2024 at 4:43 PM
Probably need a couple more years of data to solidify this but I’m pretty sure that the more that pro players and streamers hate a particular release of Call of Duty, the better the game actually is.
Their bleeding us dry with these digital game sales—it's daylight robbery. Physical media is an absolute must.
November 25, 2024 at 1:47 AM
Their bleeding us dry with these digital game sales—it's daylight robbery. Physical media is an absolute must.
If it is irrational to think that the Divine possesses human emotions, especially one as base as an insatiable desire for praise, then what is love?
November 25, 2024 at 12:08 AM
If it is irrational to think that the Divine possesses human emotions, especially one as base as an insatiable desire for praise, then what is love?
Don't let my gentleness and keen ear for listening fool you—I’m actually just a clueless buffoon.
November 22, 2024 at 12:00 AM
Don't let my gentleness and keen ear for listening fool you—I’m actually just a clueless buffoon.
Hollywood feels so creatively bankrupt these days that they’re remaking animated classics that were already perfect in their original medium. What’s next? Are they going to adapt a fake TV show from a movie into a full feature, just because they’ve run out of original ideas?
November 21, 2024 at 6:17 PM
Hollywood feels so creatively bankrupt these days that they’re remaking animated classics that were already perfect in their original medium. What’s next? Are they going to adapt a fake TV show from a movie into a full feature, just because they’ve run out of original ideas?
Carry a dollar in each pocket and some treats in another for the strays and those lost in the streets. Be the abundance that you so strive to be.
November 18, 2024 at 4:35 AM
Carry a dollar in each pocket and some treats in another for the strays and those lost in the streets. Be the abundance that you so strive to be.
I wish there was an import followers list from various different apps into one app. I'm sure there's an AI for that...
November 14, 2024 at 1:32 PM
I wish there was an import followers list from various different apps into one app. I'm sure there's an AI for that...
Once again a ghost in the vine.
November 13, 2024 at 1:34 AM
Once again a ghost in the vine.
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Today would have been Carl Sagan's 90th birthday. He wrote this in 1995. Carl was absolutely right. #CarlSaganDay
November 9, 2024 at 11:34 PM
Today would have been Carl Sagan's 90th birthday. He wrote this in 1995. Carl was absolutely right. #CarlSaganDay
The last painting I did, perhaps its not done. Maybe I'll go back and add things. #art #digitalart #painting
November 11, 2024 at 1:07 AM
The last painting I did, perhaps its not done. Maybe I'll go back and add things. #art #digitalart #painting