Hopeful. She was hopeful; hopeful that she might someday be different. Maybe this wasn’t all. There’s probably more to life than grey slabs and repetition. Maybe one day she’d find that she could be more than her past. But then again, maybe not.Read more
(while ice skating together last Wednesday)
Me, carefully tiptoeing and clutching onto the railing for dear life: Aren’t you scared that you might fall over?
Sister, laughing, whizzing past: Well of course I might fall over! But then how are you gonna do anything?Read more
Hi readers, Graffiti is a controversial topic and a widely infamous form of expression which, interestingly, falls awkwardly in between the two categories of ‘art’ and ‘vandalism’. It’s one of those unsolvable, continuing, Möbius strip-like subjects that have people fervently arguing on both ends. While graffiti is respected and even preserved sometimes as pieces of original artwork […]Read more