essays

politics of pain

on the subjectivity of suffering

Jul 6

biting the hand that feeds you

on resistance, speaking up, and the myth of silent gratitude

Jun 16

mine is a life of imitation

i’ve always lived in a world that wasn’t built for me.

May 16

what am i doing here?

It always begins the same way; with an ending.

Apr 28

you only die once

we hear it often—you only live once—that rallying cry of the impulsive, the wild-hearted, the dreamers who leap before looking.

Apr 12

the weight of asking

Every time I have to ask my parents for something—whether it’s a new book, a pair of shoes, or even just permission to go somewhere—I feel an unbearable…

Mar 31

when pages turned to props

There was a time when reading was not just about the book—it was about the spectacle.

Mar 18

my memories are coming for me

I think of memories as silent, gentle things—tiny echoes of moments that belong to a different time, a different me.

Mar 11

double edged sword

You know that little voice in your head?

Mar 3

your life is ending one minute at a time

I sometimes catch myself staring at the clock, watching the seconds tick by.

Feb 25

i’m a mosaic of everyone i’ve met

Have you ever noticed how you pick up little pieces of people without even meaning to?

Feb 19

friendship, the only way i know how

Friendship, to me, has never been something that was simple to define.

Feb 13

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