• General

    there are adventurers

    and there are lifers. And I could never be a lifer. Maybe it's because I have traveled and lived on my own in new places but I would like to think it's something that's always been a part of me, embedded deep inside my being, a yearning to explore, to journey beyond where I have been or what I know, to expand my reach and to be totally free, unhindered by any kind of restriction.

  • Stories

    cracked filters

    I just can’t keep up with this life. The whole thing moves way too fast for me, and now everything comes apart at the damn seams. I once had a routine to living, until I quickly realized the ridiculousness of routine which soon led me to realize the absurdity of inconsistency. There is so much to do and hardly any time at all. A giant Big Ben weighs down upon me, each step I take, the louder the ticking. I shutter and try to escape but it’s impossible. There’s no evading its all encompassing pressure. Everything is a race, a race to death, and must be completed in the allotted…