an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
There is a wooden door, With old hinges, And with relentless coastal winds, Rocks its familiar creak. Smooth slabs of false stone, Wait patiently for the perfect moment, On the most London of days, To splice my leg in one swift slip. Moss fills the gaps, Where nature sees negligence. And on this cold December... Continue Reading →
When I run in foreign places I find men animalize to take my attention; ancient hormones play out wonderfully rude. And as I loathe every one of them, I find a perverse delight in disappointing their ego. Sometimes I flash an aggressively mocking face. Other times I indulge in my child's mind and stick out... Continue Reading →
Someone once said to me: "You're more yourself when traveling." I didn't understand it then. But now, I reckon I do. You see, there's a certain freedom that comes with being detached from one's hometown. Because, in our respective neighbourhood, town or city, we become defined by our attachments. Our relationships, spatial environment, the routines... Continue Reading →
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