Tag: Prose

• Live, Love, Laugh: The decline of cringe and authenticity on social media

  Not everything has to be spectacular— for it to have been life, love and laughter. It can just be.

  

• we could be in revolt

  On the “you can’t blame the government” sentiment…

  

• teetering

  of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies

  

• on anarchy in the disaster state: reflections on Bakunin’s fanatic love of liberty

  a stream of consciousness on the state amidst the coronavirus pandemic

  

• mama don’t call me dirty

  of ptsd

  

• vaginismus

  isn’t it a wonder that the body can know the spirit so well?

  

• still.dark.hollow

  “home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz

  

• scour

  on love and sex

  

• indefatigable

  of memory and existentialism

  

• the strangers

  choosing light