You realize that most of the things that you have taken in with your mother’s milk, are a collection of folklore. Random approximations, inaccurate statements seeded with a possibility for love.read more
Birch trees grew in Russia long before communism, and people lived well off the generosity of the land long before America. The ‘nature-to-flag transformation’ is happening over here, too, served to the beautiful, strong people with good hearts.read more
Once the line is crossed, it turns into a party for headless chicken running around trying to numb the pain of being an orphan.read more
The way media talks about racism is largely ineffective. I understand why it is so, and I am a little angry about it. Cheesy slogans get clicks a lot faster than deep, honest analysis. It’s about money and vanity, and ironically, we no longer need an evil hand to orchestrate it, people do it all on their own. Because, internet. Because, stupid.read more
Imagine, there is a mobster. He controls many people, and he has money–a lot of it–but he knows that his power over his hood is based on fear, and he is afraid to lose it.read more
Born for laughter, dying for money.read more
Tessa is a strongly opinionated singer and musician living in New York. Her background is in classical piano, linguistics, computers, ethnomusicology, and Tibetan studies. She fronts Tessa Makes Love.
Robots are on her shit list, and this blog is about not taking shit from the machine.