Our story, gone supernova
Wednesday July 2nd 2025 and a sunny day in San Francisco. I found myself yet again on the 10:25 AM Caltrain to Palo Alto, restlessly checking my X feed. There's this strange energy...
A place for poetry, memories and reflections.
Wednesday July 2nd 2025 and a sunny day in San Francisco. I found myself yet again on the 10:25 AM Caltrain to Palo Alto, restlessly checking my X feed. There's this strange energy...
Today I took my words for a walk to see the world they once brought to life. Words to heal, words to mend, words to hurt, and words to be. All my words, my shelter and...
There are days when the years of your life come back. They come knocking at your door in the middle of the night. Surprised - thought they'd be gone by now. After all, you...
It's a season in 2008. My parents just sold their flat in this beautiful place known to the...
Before I met you, I thought London was the one. Rain and ruins and a sense of being close to...
You'll be told who you are more times than you can remember. You'll be told your...