When I was 16, my family collectively decided to gift me a box of letters. It was a medium sized round teal box, with golden …
in twenty-twenty I started writing more letters
An ode to letter writing and the personability they cultivate.
a witness, the passing of time.
Uncomfortable chairs, couches you can melt into, cold kitchen floors, colorful wooden doors, narrow alleyways, blind street corners, open highways, towns, cities, countries, continents, galaxies. …
a conversation for one
16:00 on the clock; it seems to spark a ritualistic series of events. Footsteps sound, shuffling towards the kitchen, the hinges on the door echoing …
The Golden Pocket Watch
on the personal paradoxes of passing time What is a tangible realization of time gone by? Old photographs, objects of a distant past, a glimpse …
The Golden Pocket Watch
Over time, what do we shed from our society without even noticing?