A lamb’s pleaWhat am I but a regretful child of spring? Not a scapegoat or a black sheep but a lamb prepared for slaughter. Father, I owe you an apology…Oct 10, 20241Oct 10, 20241
MemoirWho would've thought that this impressionism would stretch out into a decade. Who would've thought that our childhood would turn out into…May 26, 20242May 26, 20242
The LoreMy friend you’ve made a gossip of my tragedy. My misery hangs from your lips like the tales from our childhood. You speak of my encounter…Mar 26, 2024Mar 26, 2024
I’m a writer, they say.A poem that I wrote at the age of 18 and lord how much rage that child had. Lord how much rage do I have now. Mar 14, 20241Mar 14, 20241
Child My friend, how do I explain to you this peculiar taste of living? I abandoned childhood at a very young age. The last time I felt like a…Mar 10, 2024Mar 10, 2024
Prufrock Love lies in the act, but this is the destiny that I've chosen. To sulk in the corner like Prufrock: always observing, always glancing…Feb 29, 20242Feb 29, 20242
DissociationHow has the air become so dense again? I look at the moon and remind myself that I'm part of the same universe as the moon. I look outside…Feb 20, 20241Feb 20, 20241
Reflecting on Crito by Plato Rereading Crito recently made me reflect on the concept of justice presented in it. Though on the surface the text seems like a nod to…Feb 18, 202412Feb 18, 202412
EuphemismI have known you for so long that even my notes app knows your name. I have known you for so long that I wonder if you even know my name…Feb 13, 2024121Feb 13, 2024121
