The day of my marriage came flooding back. At last I would have the world placed upon my finger; at last I would be given more importance; at last I would find happiness in this love –[…]
Tag: Reality
Blood Poppies
Memory is an imperfect thing. But every year, they ask us to Remember something that doesn’t like to be looked at, something we close our eyes and try to see something that we can’t Remember[…]
We, the Empathetic
There is this music that I hear. It’s the kind of music you can’t listen to for long before it starts hurting your head, the kind of music that makes you feel like your blood[…]
Personal Response to Cultural Seminar (Mexico)
Maybe dreaming is the ultimate form of escapism. Because, lately, nightmares have been dropping on us like bombs. But these are not the type of nightmares whose animation relies on our unconscious slumbers. These are[…]
A Pipe Dream
I would like to preface this by saying that, when it comes to literature and plays (as well as a whole array of other things in life), I am ridiculously particular about what I do[…]
Of Colour and Humanity
Colours. They are everywhere, involved in every aspect of our lives. Colours transform the dull and the depressive into the beautiful and the bright. Colours provide our lives with interest and with meaning. Colours allow us[…]
To Watch Them Thrive
Below is a piece I would consider to accurately represent my experience of my first three years of high school. I feel like it depicts my comfort in the safety of watching very well, as[…]
The Art of Flying
When I was little, I used to dream about flying. These dreams were the same, every single time. I would stand on the roof of my bedroom, hands outstretched and trying to catch the gleaming[…]
A Poet’s Homage
I am not an essayist, nor would I ever care to be one. That being acknowledged, I do, at the same time, recognize the purpose critical writing plays in terms of its kinship to literature,[…]
Simply Intricate
Oscar Wilde was a man of the simplest intricacies. I say this in specific relation to his epigrams. Now, I’m assuming that everyone here knows what an epigram is. If you don’t–tsk. tsk. tsk Just[…]