I think some time in our childhood/ teenagerhood, we were introduced to the idea that grief is cerebral, sadness is intellectual, and we internalized it in a way that we’ve never let this notion go.
There’s a reason that (I believe) only I can fathom why life and file are phonetic palindromes. I’ve been sick for the majority of my life, my history inscribed in my medical files…
If ever you’ve seen streams of sunlight, Like orange throes disguised as strobes of disco lights; You’ll know they exist for birds to take flight, To dance… Read more “Of Self, Love & Cynicism”
Maybe, films are best thought of as an escape.
If we were to take them literally, they would either consume us; or we would be conned, confused, and consumed.
Never again; let it be said that lotuses are the only flowers that bloom in murky, muddy waters. Reesa is the flower that blooms in the darkest waters, the enchanting light at the end of the tunnel everyone should be blindsided by.
Amidst the fury surrounding plastics (especially the non-biodegradable ones), arises the need to take away life lessons from one of the most resilient man-made object that can… Read more “Life Lessons from Plastic: Our Most Despicable Frenemy”