Discover
The Monastery of Used Bookstores
They're time machines. Confession booths. Repositories of the collective unconscious.
Discover
They're time machines. Confession booths. Repositories of the collective unconscious.
Life
Here's to the slipperiness of seconds. To the way moments expand and contract defying our attempts to hold them still.
Life
Here's to falling into things. To the wisdom of allowing ourselves to be surprised by paths we never thought to seek.
creative writing
Seasons don't just change – they dissolve into each other like watercolours bleeding across wet paper.
creative writing
Learning to notice your heartbeat in the space between your thoughts.
creative writing
We are cosmic graffiti artists, spraying our declarations of importance across the indifferent walls of reality.
Life
There is a profound relief in finally surrendering to your own shape, in letting your edges be edges
creative writing
The greatest journey is the one we take in accepting that all our movements, grand or small, are just elaborate preparations for the moment we must stop moving altogether.I chose to begin with stillness
Life
Each broken thing was a story interrupted, waiting for someone patient enough to hear its ending.
Life
You can't shop for authenticity at Whole Foods, and you can't download it from the App Store
Life
This iterative process of testing and adjusting your ideas isn’t a betrayal. It’s a process of refinement, discarding what no longer works and embracing a better version of the truth.
Rorshach test
Reality is like a Rorschach test. The irony of its realism is revealed only through perception.