Having decided to embrace the unknown, we take confident steps forward, aware of our part in the greater design. Scent of ritual, sight of stars, and a refreshing breeze that revives us. The atmosphere takes us out of our formerly stagnant, limiting state. Everything is aligned perfectly. We are here for a purpose. We areContinue reading “Immersion. Expansion. Reverie.”
It’s my first time. Half of my motionless body rests inside the white, clinical, cylindrical machine, in my head resembling an intergalactic coffin. I feel an itch, but I have to resist moving. I want to cough, to sneeze, to yawn, ugh, of course, at the most inopportune moments, and I have to keep itContinue reading “Motionless”
As a fan of Marcel Proust who loves the way he perceives the world as depicted in À la recherche du temps perdu, I thought I should write down my answers to the most popular version of his iconic questionnaire in my first unequivocally personal blog post, even though my answers may very well changeContinue reading “The adapted version of The Proust Questionnaire”
Clinical, surreal emptiness. Chocolate-scented wood. Smell of new and non-alcoholic intoxication. Life as art for art’s sake. Neon light flickers as you blink infected by dizziness. No longer tone-deaf to the harmonies of your own soul, you don’t shrink for someone else to grow. An invisible corpse in the plastic bag winks at you fromContinue reading “A poem: Unfiltered”
She was standing by the window, her face seemingly puzzled by the familiar noise of trains rushing incessantly and birds making harpy-like sounds. It was really taking her back. Back to the days when she made connections between the number of the floor she was living on and the corresponding circle from Inferno, in hopesContinue reading “Dantesque”
You said to yourself that it was too cold and that was why you could barely function. It was either that, or the weeks-long stagnation of the spirit. One day you will no longer think of your own passing, or that of those closest to you, no longer delving in scenarios of unhappiness out of masochistic urges,Continue reading “Train of thought”
On the other side, I see your face distorted among plants and fish; you smile and I’m happy because I know you know how I love rivers, lakes, and the sea from afar, and how I used to take swimming lessons when I was little, yet was never eventually able to swim for long distances as IContinue reading “Aquarium”
That tender memoryof snowdrops,dreamy air,and spring dewmade my world shiver this morningonce again.
The universal shift of focus from being to seeming permeates our age of confusion.
As a Postgraduate student in the arts (the extended definition of art, including film, photography, and literature), I often find that I have to reconcile two sides of myself when it comes to my blog and digital footprint, both of these sides being complex and assertive to the point that I can call them two selves: OneContinue reading “Identity & divided introspection”