Modern love feels contaminated to me. Not in a sexual way, in a psychological one. It is not intimacy, it is exposure without structure. People do not fall in love anymore, they dissolve into each other too quickly, too openly, without any containment, sharing wounds before identity, collapsing before understanding,
I once saw a woman shouting her daughter’s name in the street. The child was kneeling in the mud, shaping small cakes with her hands, laughing like the world was harmless. The mother called her back as if the ground might split open. Her voice trembled with urgency. I
There is a man I have been dreaming about for the past week. He never has a face. It is always blurred, withheld, as if the universe is saving the reveal for later. But he has a scent. Forest soaked in saltwater, something clean, almost soil like with a trace
I have always said that I wasn’t afraid of anything. Not the dark, not ghosts, not danger. I grew up believing that fear belonged to other people, that it was something noisy and dramatic, something that announced itself loudly, demanded attention, and left visible marks behind. I never thought
Recently I was going through some old papers because I’m moving houses, and I found a notebook from high school. I think I was around 15. There were random notes, some drawings, and in between them, I found a story. I don’t remember writing it, and I definitely
This will probably be the only piece on this blog where my tone sounds this personal. Most of the time I am more comfortable observing things from a distance than speaking directly about myself. I prefer dissecting patterns in people, culture, and belief rather than exposing the person behind those