i went to new york city with my parents and i thought it was the greatest place in the world i went to new york …
lockdown iii
Time and Punishment
We quantify time in many different ways. If you have ever worked a minimum wage job, you will know that, by some standards, an hour …
A Love Letter to Virginia Woolf and Cubism
The first time I read Virginia Woolf I was 13 years old and hardly understood the stream of consciousness babble of words written on paper …
Inevitable Growth
I moved out of my parents’ house when I was eighteen. Across the country I went, never thinking that I would be returning home for …
Stuck/Unstuck
“The versatility of time”, I thought to myself while figuring out what I wanted to write for the upcoming issue of BRIZO magazine. I kept …
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 …
Nostalgia, the art of bittersweet longing
During lockdown, nostalgia has become a kind of addiction for me. I search for it everywhere – every evening walk with my dog makes me …
SNAKESKIN
One million deaths. When in the inescapable throws of intense angst and desolation, often prompted by routine over-thinking and deep fears regarding my future, I …
A Matter of Time
Time Keeper arrived at exactly 12am. The room was small and glowing in candlelight gloom. From the satchel at their waist they pulled a small …
#15 – Time
Time drips through the caves of my ribcage, pooling in newly found crevices and canyons, whilst incessant streams form fresh gorges. I have forced time …