the ascent

I was home alone, staring at my ceiling, and as the night ceased to be dark and the sun started to light the sky outside my window, I realised that t…

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cluttered existence

In this day and age, people who don’t have a social media account are saints. In the early 2000s we blogged and read other people’s diaries that felt…

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existing at a threshold

I’m a patient of my own mind, carrying a wound that doesn’t bleed—only aches when I’m still. Wandering in a ward no one else can enter. Floating betw…

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when Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas

Do you feel it too? Christmas just doesn’t feel like Christmas anymore. Maybe it’s the decorations—cities just don’t shine the way they used to. No t…

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so this is where i start again

Two thousand twenty-five is about to end, yet I haven’t achieved much. This year was mostly filled with a lot of self-reflection, self-discovery, and…

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