Love has always been taught to me as a means to an end… a relationship, a marriage, a heartbreak, or, ultimately, death. So, what is love without a destination? Is it allowed to be called love?
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When you are too white and not poor enough to hate America, you can, and you should, hate it. Loving it is too easy for it to be true, and hating it is painful because the love is real. Read about how a European can get high on Trader Joe’s and Jell-O shots.
Read MoreWhy do we fear the unknown? How do we impose order on the uncertainties of life? A glance in the mirror, a knock on wood—superstitions persist, not as relics of the past, but as quiet anchors of meaning within one hell of a chaotic world.
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I have a crush on all my friends because once upon a time, they were strangers. I have a crush on all my friends, not as objects of desire, but as creatures to be marveled at. I have a crush on all my friends, and I’d be a fool if I didn’t.
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Through first impressions of Milan, this narrative explores the intricate process of perception forging. From initial awe to gradual acclimatization, it examines the role expectations play in shaping insights; and how repeated experiences transform our initial wonder into a familiar tapestry, reflecting the dynamic interplay between novelty and normalcy in our minds.
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While city rambles incessantly, minds struggle to keep up with the chaos. Eyes roll on handrails, billboards and building facades. Bodies forgotten on metro seats, later drawled through traffic. How to cope with freedom in a boundless metropolis?
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A recollection of thoughts, words, and songs; a journey through the gardens of an inner world each of us harvests. One that can be specially difficult to tame. But in reality, when has our individuality ever been easy to grasp?
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Which has more value: the existing, or its representation? How can the most insignificant things bring one to tears? If you are looking for answers, don’t bother reading: here, you will only find a sleepy urban tale of cups and madness.
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Anything, anything felt right, so long as we caused no harm and preserved our wonder of the insignificant. That was the key. We’d learn early on to be wary of the grand and cautious of the many. We knew that salvation was hiding in the small, the trivial, the poor, and the neglected.
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