Thought provoking

to love something enough to be moved to fire and upset in your defense of it is proof of that love.

We scroll past vulnerability like it’s spam, skim grief like it’s a headline, offer heart emojis like they are spiritual currency.

The entire world, at least as it exists in our conception of it, is shifting towards a newly broached realm of the unreal (which, I might add, has been looming ever since mass media first emerged) as intellectual and emotional labor is gradually becoming replaced with self-reinforcing cycles of content slop and kneejerk reaction.

“Charm is not navel-gazed, but generated through your radical, loud embrace of both honesty and openness rooted in liking people enough to generously hand a piece of yourself to them.”

stability without awareness can easily turn into absence

autopilot is efficient. it gets you to the bus on time, it moves you through the errands, it lets you brush your teeth while mentally planning dinner. but what efficiency gives you in smoothness, it takes away in texture. the sharp edges of memory fade. days stop standing out. life runs together like watercolors left in the rain.

Writing fiction requires seeing beauty and poetry even in the most mundane moments. Finding something magical in the ordinary. Caring about others, caring about humanity, and caring about silences. And above all, realising that a thousand invisible fibres, yes, a thousand stories connect us with our fellow human beings; beyond all borders and beyon... See more