Tucked into my small frame, rest the souls of many persons. I’ve been so many versions of myself throughout my life, and surely will be many more. Different desires, different lifestyle, different references. As the piece of another soul rattles…
Category: Quasi-philosophy
Not quite philosophy, not quite anything else. Simply deeper thoughts for those deeper moments.
The moments in between
Humans are interesting creatures. As though afraid to miss out on life, we seem to miss it as it rushes past us. We rush through the metro despite the trains leaving every 3 minutes. We wait in the long lines…
The beating of a human heart
Strangers on a bus become the best of friends, neighbours become lovers, and the person in front of you at this precise moment might come to share their deepest secrets with you should you give them the chance. Through some…
Reflections
The butts of two ducks turn into the protruding eyes of a crocodile as I find my peace at a lake. Water is such a remarkable material. Around us the ground bends and curves to account for the residue of…
Searching for sense in sensory deprivation
In the air, the smell of orange zest, cedarwood and cashews forms out of nothing but my own appetite. It’s not a real smell. It’s not an escaped soul of some combination of ingredients I have spread out in front…
A drop in the ocean, a straw of grass on a field
There are eight billion people on this planet. Each one struggles with life’s hardships, with connection, with purpose, with survival. Throughout the years of my life, I’ve asked myself what makes me unique, what gives me purpose, what excuses my…
The way the cookie crumbles?
The cookie I’d chosen for my coffee is beyond dry and the flavourless crumbles left an uncomfortable drought in my mouth that made it hard to speak. I was having coffee with a man I’d met at the gym. He…
Hitting the snooze button to keep the dream alive
I woke up to the yellow shade of a sunrise in the early, misty haze resulting from dropped temperatures. For many years, I had forgotten the magical light that encloses the North during these dark and cold times. As I…
Maybe I have rabies… or saving Se-bat-sian
His English accent breaks somewhere between Italian and German. Easily over 80 years old, his hands tremble as he writes down the name of the church he thinks I should visit. In the footsteps of a pandemic, the economic disaster…
Breaking the fourth wall
When I was younger, I used to think I had all the answers. Now I feel like don’t even know the question – if there even is one. Very “Hitchhiker” of me. I guess I’ve always had a bit of…