A Work Of Art
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
Paper Plane Pilot
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Just Playing Games
Games are just stories we feel we can script. Simulations of a life we can win. Algorithms we run, hoping for a different outcome.
A Tour Guide to You
Please don’t ask me to read you. I’ve spent far too long looking deep into other people.
Capacity For Joy
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Looking For Light
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Regrets & Regards
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
A Garden of Abundance
I like the word ‘abundance’. It signifies so much more than wealth or any other kind of material possession.
Masters Of Sex: How Do We Do This Without The Men?
In the story of Masters and Johnson (Masters Of Sex), Bill Masters does not come off looking good in any way.
A Song Of Silence
What does loneliness sound like? A scream that no one seems to hear. Gasps that don’t make it past the throat. Sentences written in invisible ink. The redacted words on a page. It’s feeling unwanted, unnecessary, irrelevant even. Then you remember. You still exist. The print under the graffiti, the face…