Inferno…

Where do you think the fire gets it colors from? Is it the day it steals into night, the twilight it prolongs on the horizon? I personally think it’s neither…

Gravity

I adore the parable of connections between science and philosophy…

Unsigned Love Letters: Magic In A Bottle

You’d be happy to know that today, I have finally accepted that it is futile, unbecomingly so, to wish for the untethered vestiges of my mind to morph my image of you…

Knock Knock…

I love doors. Their anatomy and structure, feel and physics. Height. Breadth. Width. Depth…

Content

The road was dark with no streetlights but the soft glow of multiple phone screens lit up the bus’ interior…