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Childhood Nostalgia in A Quiet Place

This essay may contain spoilers. We humans are a noisy a-f bunch. In the first few days since I watched John Krasinski’s A Quiet Place in theaters, I couldn’t help but wince at every sound I made: the clackity-clack of the keyboard while I typed this, the glassware clanging when I put them away, and the cascading swoosh of the water as it flowed over my hands in the sink. It’s all… so… noisy! I

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The Dreams We Control

“We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.” ― Lois Lowry, The Giver We’re taught from an early age that our future is what we make of it. We can be whatever we want to be, and we can do whatever we want to do. This dream is instilled in us at such an impressionable young age that even when we break through the illusion as adults, we continue to cling to

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Would’ves and Could’ves

I felt happy. A little distracted but happy nonetheless as I sat with my mentee during a senior send-off event earlier this week in East Harlem. I never doubted her abilities to graduate from high school or to get accepted into college. No, it was something else that made me happy as I sat on the dust-smeared, plastic chair in the blue-draped room, the school’s primary color washed under the bright white fluorescents. Whatever challenges

Crumpled Paper | death to stock photos

Still Here

It’s been over a month since I last wrote and published some words on this site but rest assured, I have been writing. On Medium. Trying stuff out amidst the chaos that is Life right now. Today will be a short post, but if you’re looking for what I’ve been up to in terms of writing, check out the list below. In addition writing a few one-offs, I recently finished a piece for ARTpublika’s upcoming

Vulnerability, No. 2 the art of the ask

If we were having coffee… I’d tell you that I’ve fallen down a slight slump of depression since our last coffee chat. I thought the first week of being unemployed was rough (it was) but the second week was a strange mishmash of staring at my wall art and stomach illness.

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Rising Like Affleck’s Back Tat #weekendcoffeeshare

If we were having coffee… I’d tell you that Life is the utmost asshole. Of course, I don’t have a monopoly on this sentiment and you’d likely nod in understanding. Only, you’d do so without understanding the specific context in which I cry out against Life with shaking fists. I feel beat. I’ve felt beat for some time. I’ve finally been beaten.

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