through his eyes
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the thread, the ray, and the note
Every thread is made up of even more delicate fibers. Every beam is composed of even sharper rays. And every melody holds within it even more evanescent notes, whose modesty affords for one a unit worthy of one’s adoration. It’s a system of microcosms of some sort, with
thoughts, like clouds
I’ve been having the kind of thoughts one has when one has too much time on one’s hands. It helps to put them down into ink and paper because perhaps one could make sense of them. This would be easy if putting these thoughts together were like playing
silver spoons
If it is at all possible, I think I remember the exact moment I felt empathy for the first time. It was around 2 P.M on a weekday in 2009, in the dining hall of Martin Luther Pre and Primary School (MLS). I was having ugali and beans, as
between the sun and soil
We see ourselves most clearly when we examine the objects of our love. Because to love someone or something is to surrender parts of you that most closely resemble the object of your affections. No, to enjoy apples does not mean that there is a part of you that resembles