“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
on love and sex
of social death and reactionary awakenings
of memory and existentialism
choosing light
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer’s block. more so because […]
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
faith and the leap
of visceral pain
the descent
