by U | Sep 27, 2021 | Blog
Strange isn’t it, how we can imagine perfectly the scent of things we remember, or are familiar with — though, if I were to ask you now to write in words what a rose smells like, you’d find it impossible to do that? How do you describe the scent of roses,...
by U | Dec 19, 2020 | Blog
This world has a strange way of making you fall in love with things that die… flowers, hopes, people. One day, the flowers are blooming with color. The air is filled with the scent of rose, hopes linger in the glitter of sunlight, falling from the heavens in...
by U | Dec 13, 2020 | Blog
When people leave, never fixate on the one who is leaving or who has left. There were people in your life who were there before this leaving happened, and there will be people in your life who will be there after this leaving happens. Leaving, like staying, requires...
by U | Nov 14, 2020 | Blog
Life is like a train, always on the move. The landscapes change as you watch them through the window of your cabin, and as they do, so do you. Soon, when you look back, 50 years have passed. 50 landscapes, 50 of you, 50 graves for 50 of your buried selves. What did...
by U | Nov 2, 2020 | Blog
If you take away the memories, what is left of a person? People are made up of their smiles, the lines and creases on their faces, the wrinkles that form on the corners of their eyes. People are made up of the way they laugh, and the way that laughter echoes; how does...
