life

  • There's a new kid on the block...

    … and they have a sharpie. I like street art. Although I appreciate the well crafted ones the most, I often find myself fascinated with sophomoric dauberies or other ridiculous things that probably weren’t even meant to be art. A few weeks ago I walked by a torn-down poster and stopped because of the scrawl on it. continue reading
  • A story about not saying goodbye

    My dad died. Not recently, though - it’s been 15 years as of today. Although much time has passed, this story still haunts me, and occasionally memories of those days surface. I often thought about writing it down to get it out of my head, and also to preserve the memories before they fade. continue reading