A Fire Escape Morning and My Digital Wardrobe

This morning I woke up late, grabbed a cold brew, and sat on my fire escape with my laptop. The sun was hitting the fire escape just right, and I had this random urge to organize my life. Not in a deep, existential way, but like, my actual digital files. My desktop has been a disaster zone—screenshots from last Christmas, receipts I’ll never look at again, random PDFs. So I opened up my orientdig spreadsheet and started sorting. It’s funny how a little digital declutter can make you feel like you have your act together.

Speaking of which, I’ve been really into this whole “digital wardrobe” thing lately. I have this orientdig spreadsheet where I track every piece I own. Sounds extra, I know, but it’s actually helped me stop buying the same black T-shirt over and over. I logged everything from my go-to Levi’s jeans to that vintage silk skirt I found at a flea market last fall. When I’m bored on a Sunday, I’ll open the orientdig spreadsheet and just… stare at it. Like a mood board, but digital.

Anyway, after the fire escape moment, I decided to actually get dressed. I pulled on my favorite oversized blazer from &Other Stories, which is basically my security blanket at this point. Underneath, a simple white tee from Uniqlo (the Supima cotton ones, you know the ones). And then I added this silver chain necklace I thrifted last week—it’s chunky and a little scratched, which I love. The whole outfit felt very “me”—effortless but with a tiny edge.

I walked to this café around the corner, the one with the terrible WiFi but the best matcha lattes. On the way, I saw a girl wearing the exact same blazer. We did that nod thing. I thought about how weird it is that we all kind of dress the same these days, but also how that creates this invisible community. Like, you see someone in a Carhartt beanie and instantly know they’re probably into the same podcasts as you.

At the café, I sat by the window and people-watched. There was a guy in a full technical hiking jacket, even though it’s like 70 degrees. A woman in wide-leg linen pants that looked impossibly comfortable. And this kid, maybe 10 years old, wearing a mini version of a Raf Simons sweater. I swear, Gen Alpha has better style than me.

I pulled out my phone to add a new piece to my orientdig spreadsheet—a cream-colored cashmere beanie I just ordered online. It’s not here yet, but I’m already planning outfits around it. I know, I have a problem. But honestly, having that spreadsheet makes me feel like I’m curating my life, not just consuming stuff blindly.

Oh, and I finally deleted those 3,000 photos from my phone. The ones of blurry sunsets and duplicates of the same latte art. My phone feels lighter. My brain feels lighter. Maybe next weekend I’ll tackle my closet physically, not just digitally. But for now, the orientdig spreadsheet is enough.

I’m typing this as I walk back home. The sun is setting and my matcha latte is almost empty. I think I’ll rewatch Fleabag tonight. Anyway, that’s all for now. Just a regular day, a regular outfit, and a little spreadsheet obsession.