Such is the way of life of a wise person – retiring to their inner self, in their own company. I’ve started 2019 on a questioning note, which come to think of it, makes total sense – it’s a natural response to observing. Not all that pleasant, not all I wanted. Yet good. And questioning. […]
“I don’t want this” for every time you have this thought it is not a breath wasted but a life gained the power of knowing what you don’t want you are one step closer to what you do in the pool of infinity you have a finite thought “I don’t want this”
What are they? Where are they born? Where do they die? Or do they? Can words do justice to the feelings you feel? Or can feelings truly express what you say through your words? Different people. Different feelings. Different meanings. I rarely struggle with words on paper, but to express my feelings I hesitate. I […]
Goodbye to All That. Didion does it again. She was 29. I remember when I first visited New York City, I stepped out of the bus onto the curb outside Bryant park and looked up. The lights lit, the city grit, this was it. I turned around and said to my mother, “I want to […]
Yes. I’m here. In The Dam. Sitting in a coffee shop – Brug34 – by the canal. A cappuccino, a mac, a story begins. I’ve been dreaming of this for so many months, of what it would feel like, of what it would be, of what I would think, in this moment. The reality is […]
Yes wander, not wonder. When I was young (and free from my self-imposed inhibitions), my most favorite way to spend time was to wander off into the streets, seeking out the adventurous story I would spin in my mind. I would wander off down to the river, pretend I was stranded on undiscovered territory, surviving […]
No, this was not a question from a friend asking me if they could pick me up, say from home as we headed out, but from a deli owner asking me with a half evil smirk as I tried to reach the top shelf to get some kitchen paper. I don’t know what it is […]
They say whatever happens, is always for a reason, and usually for the best. As a child I used to think, who is the they, how do they know? Nonetheless this stuck with me. I would tell myself this repeatedly over the course of my life, sometimes not knowing what that really meant, most times not […]
Something I had read on the subway, somewhere between my daily journey from Brooklyn to Manhattan, some time in the constant changes of my self-transition. The thought lingered with me enough for me to note it down in my phone, and transfer it over into my notebook. My mind takes me back to it time and […]
This week’s New Yorker hosts a compelling read by journalist, Ben Taub, titled We Have No Choice. It is a story of young Nigerian girl, Blessing, and her journey from Benin City to Europe. The article covers so many topics. or should I say inhuman situations – human trafficking, prostitution, refugee conditions, smuggling, violence, blackmail […]
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