In school, we had to learn poems by heart. You tried to cram a lot of things into your head without understanding the connections just because that s...

On a cloudy Sunday afternoon, I was sitting on the bench of an Indian restaurant on the sidewalk, waiting for my friend to arrive. A few meters to th...

It's 10:07 pm, and I'm sitting at my newly assembled laptop desk dedicated to not losing this writing streak. The scene is accompanied by the clickin...

Day 5 of writing down my random thoughts in public. Today, I've been pondering the concept of consumption. Of course, this isn't the first time I won...

We're constantly chasing the new shiny thing. Avoiding repetition because we're afraid of boredom. What if that's wrong and repetition much more fun than you assume?

It's quiet. The sun sets, painting the tree's shadows long on the pavement outside. I'm lying on my sofa, doing nothing. Sure, I could get up to turn...

I sit in the kitchen. The scent of coffee lingers in the air. Sofiane Pamart plays in the background from a speaker. Outside, in front of the window:...