Before I Forget

There is something so strange about graduation. Not tragic enough to call grief, not light enough to call nostalgia. Just this quiet feeling that everyone is slowly packing themselves away. I lie in my bed at 11:34 pm and think about the full circle moments people are having. How i’ve ended up naturally spending time with people who got close 3 years ago and then drifted apart. How people are watering burnt bridges because its the epilogue. But why do i not have a will to sme

Perhaps its mind blowing, or perhaps it’s just quietly strange. We know and fathom little about our world. 12 people have ever walked the moon. Yet there’s a whole subset of humans who believe we never went to the moon and the Earth is flat. Most of our oceans have never been explored. Few understand dark matter and quantum mechanics. Most have never read the work of Shakespeare, let alone Dostoevsky. Few have googled how Van Gogh lost his ear. Most don’t understand that the

When my parents decided to move for the fourth time when I was in school, this time to a new city, apart from the clothes and books I had, i also had a lot of anger and a lot of anxiety to pack. New city, new school, new people. You see I’ve never really been too good with change. I tend to be a serial show re-watcher, food re-eater, song re-listener. The idea of unfamiliarity seems just as scary today as it did thirteen years ago, with the same premise of the change being ne