Precious niece, I write this letter to tell you how much I love you. I write this letter to share with you the idea of warmth and...

What does it mean to be free in a world bound to the limits of your imagination? What does it mean to be free in a world set on an...

Sonder. I will never fully know a person. Not even myself. Especially myself. I can only know as much as others allow me to. But perhaps...

The air was warm, humid, heavy. The room seemed to be charged with invisible particles of dust and ashes, making it difficult to breathe,...

Je n’existe pas. J’existerais peut-être seulement en pensée. Et de ma vie, il ne restera qu’une série d’images, de progrès et de...

It was a gloomy night when I died. I am yet to understand how it came to be, how it all began. The story unfolds with difficulty in my...

Sometimes I wonder what it really means to be human. I wonder what it means to live with people you will never really know and accomplish...

“Down in the bardo, there was nothing to hold so we let it go” You close your eyes in delight as the wind brushes your curly hair. It is...

I disappeared without a single soul realizing I had left. I guess this is what it means to see life and death intertwine until they form...

What do you see when you close your eyes? I used to see a house by the shore. It was a small house of red bricks standing on the edge of...