The Vigil’s Progress We begin with the immediate memories Grandpa’s last phone call to each one of us only to hand over the receiver to...

Reality is fluid and can be perceived in many different ways, every person has their own reality and or maybe multiple realities but what...

I've been told there are five love languages. Words of affirmation, Acts of Service, Time, Touch, Gifts. I
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Can you imagine the number of people racking their brains, mustering the courage, desperately trying to tell each other what they feel,...

“A composite language by virtue of its diverse matters of expression (sequential photography, music, phonetic sound, and noise) the...

by Anushri Muthusamy “The city is an organized memory, and in history, women are the forgotten” - Hannah Arendt You are given a land and...

Snippets by my Father As a child my father dreaded earthquakes, he imagined that crevices formed out of them can be sewed into a table...

My father studied agriculture to never raise tomatoes in grow bags. pumpkins flowered my childhood home, springing autumn in the family well