– or a game of cricket, or football or even chess. we can’t keep score. but from what i’ve noticed, we try anyway. over and over and over, we associate people to our own mental tally of good times and bad times, each action resulting in points for/against them. three strikes and they’re out. each […]

i wish i could run away like kafka tamura. but unlike him, as the frank kafka inspired protagonist of my own life, all i can do is read and try to salvage the pieces of me i lost along the way. for this reason, i start upon this endeavor to deconstruct two of the classics […]

pink toes on carpets, timid and unsuspecting,walk across rooms, butterflies line my gut, a twenty-one gun saluteto the remnants of my dignity – when i see him,i made a mistake, i made a mistake, i made a mistakeabort mission, i stopfunnily enough my words echo back to me,the only sound the shrills of women who […]

this is a small blog about the various little things that happened in my life over the past few months, and about everything that didn’t. i’ve been toying with the idea of writing about death for a while now, and everytime i sit down to write, i become my worst enemy. i abandon all of […]

i remember a vague memory from ten years ago, sitting at home, watching cartoons on TV, thinking, “oh my god, i can’t wait till i’m 20, i’ll be a real adult with goals and dreams and a house and a car and have the best time ever”. i smile to myself, waiting for the commercial […]

the mind is a terrible office. most of the time, i don’t remember the things i tell myself to be aware of. my meter for putting up with things has drastically gone up over the last year. i just tend to ignore and overlook everything that isn’t right, everything that should be called out, everything […]

another year draws to a close and with it, so much more ends. over the last year, an awful lot has changed in my life. it seems as though i’ve danced through this entire year. and in between all of it, time never stopped to let me look back on it properly; so here goes: i turned eighteen (finally), […]

i live in a hilarious, hilarious universe where love is just all kinds of wrong. it’s not supposed to be like that, is it? it’s almost like that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you missed a step walking down the stairs, or when you follow a subreddit thread to find […]