On the “you can’t blame the government” sentiment…
Prose
of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
a stream of consciousness on the state amidst the coronavirus pandemic
of ptsd
isn’t it a wonder that the body can know the spirit so well?
“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
on love and sex
of memory and existentialism
choosing light
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
