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 …

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 …
An ode to letter writing and the personability they cultivate.
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. …
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 …
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 …
Over time, what do we shed from our society without even noticing?