Unable to cry, do you know what you are doing my love? When every attempt to fly upon your back is born out of a desperate longing for revenge. How do you seek when you’ve nothing to hide? How do yo... Read More


The boy in the city park always fed his food scraps to the pigeons. No one knew why, no one asked. It wasn’t that peculiar. Only his food was always the colour of rainbows. No matter whether it be a... Read More


Hold in your heart something you love dearly. Express it through words, notice the sense you have being in contact with this thing. Notice how the shape, the contours, the colours, the smells, the sou... Read More