an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
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 →
So this past week I got a phone call. A great opportunity; and my first inclination was to make excuses to justify my decline. Some deeply seeded words there...'justify my decline'. You see, when I returned to Toronto 9 months ago, I was eager to get back into the demanding, yet intellectually and emotionally satisfying... Continue Reading →
Hello old friend, it has been quite some time. You may recall my feeble attempts at becoming a writer. Often self-indulgent and naive, though full of spirit, I toyed with the idea of such a profession and here lies the remnants of that undisciplined endeavour. Passionate, yet easily distracted by the lures of a good... Continue Reading →
I was away. Gone for nearly four months trekking around Europe and then picking up pieces of my life in Canada these past couple months. It’s good to be home. And still, I will always have a wandering eye for the foreign mystique. I have learned some things, things I believed to be true and... Continue Reading →
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