kokomuni

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

kokomuni

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

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a frustrating day (with persimmon and hojicha and a scratchy throat)

hello hello. the last 48 hours have been characterized mostly by waves of dissapointment, a black hole in my body, irritation, a train of nearly uninterruptable profanities in my mind which lasted several hours, and an attempt to sleep very

    • november!

      lately, lately, lately… has been well actually, but today felt odd. I woke up with so much energy, my thoughts racing with so many ideas about several of my different projects, I felt so … on the brim of accomplishment, a sense of pure exci

      • end of october: entertaining new york, la tightening its grip

        what an eventful two weeks since I last wrote!  recent events this week / things on my mind : - finished writing and recorded my first mango blood song w xtine - met a bunch of new bangladeshi creatives in the LA art scene who I’m excited

        • kaiju again :(

          ohhhh man. the past 2 days were pure hell of PMDD. it really hasn’t been this bad in a long time, where I completely turned into a kaiju and felt like I couldn’t understand or control myself at all. irritation to anger to anxiety to exhaust

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          mid october, (so tired), + some more thoughts on material spiritualism (and the next painting)

          I just ate a shin ramen while wearing a comfy black turtleneck. making kuromame cha to pair with three baskets of laundry folding.  feeling…so…tired… probably partly pms, but I just feel a little anhedonic and exhausted by everything. lik

          mid october, (so tired), + some more thoughts on material spiritualism (and the next painting)

          lunch with miki, returning to creative practice, chinatown short film

          today, I decided to take the day off to recharge. for the past two weeks, I had been waking up at 5 am every day to go to the hospital, with long commutes, which was rewarding but exhausting. so today I finally allowed myself to have some t

          lunch with miki, returning to creative practice, chinatown short film

          completed, continuing, contemplating

          so many things have occurred since I last wrote. I’m currently sitting on my couch with my heating pad (I worked out a bit much yesterday and my body is sore), fluffy blanket, osha root tea. I feel tired, but I have the chance to rest today

          completed, continuing, contemplating

          happy happy september!

          ahhhhh the month of september has been such a gift so far! I feel that so many auspicious and blissful alignments happened in my life, and I feel so much gratitude for it. these days are reminding me of the beautiful unknown synchronicities

          happy happy september!

          morning gratitude

          the weather is mellowing out. I had time for a little coffee pitstop in the garden cafe near my house on the way to work this morning. my favorite barista is working today and it was nice to see him. there is a fig tree in front of me, and

          morning gratitude

          decaf pourover in the evening, nostalgia for the past

          today, I came across some of my baby pictures when I was one (lower left, lounging on the pool chair) and three (looking un-amused in front of my birthday cake). I see these pictures and they make me laugh, while also making me wonder if I

          decaf pourover in the evening, nostalgia for the past

          ...still...late...august...

          heavy sighhhh. I've definitely been struggling lately. it's irksome because my conscious mind knows that everything will be okay, but my body is running away from me, talking back and sabotaging my mental peace with stabbing stomach pains,

          ...still...late...august...

          still mid august: recovering, lost and found in a walk in chinatown, obon, thai summer night market

          sunday morning. started off by listening to a sunny reggae vinyl I had picked up with a slight 80s sound from new orleans a few months ago. it’s funny, even though I have listened to my vinyl collection so many times and I think I know what

          still mid august: recovering, lost and found in a walk in chinatown, obon, thai summer night market

          mid august: as an emotion worker

          mid august, mid august. little by little, I become more used to the rhythm of work. I'm now one of the first ones to finish. progress is slowly inching along, and so I've decided to reward myself with a little solo summer evening outing to

          mid august: as an emotion worker

          the psychiatry administration building [august begins, it all blends into one]

          oof. what a crazy week. i started my audition rotation at the emergency psychiatry department on monday, it’s the place where people go when they are having a mental health crisis.  on my period now so I’ve been feeling heavy and slow and

          the psychiatry administration building [august begins, it all blends into one]

          iced coffee, lavender skies, enjoying summer (late july)

          oops, the electricity cut out so I had to restart writing and none of my past draft got saved. before the electricity cut out, I was writing about how I have recently been feeling some anxiety and guilt about not having enough time to keep

          iced coffee, lavender skies, enjoying summer (late july)

          time slows down again (mid-july)

          hello! it’s the middle of summer, the middle of july to be precise! this morning I woke up and listened to “sunshine radio” by tommy guerrero, had an espresso, then a avocado green smoothie while studying a bit. its a lovely day today, not

          time slows down again (mid-july)