December 21, 2016
I don’t know what to write. But I’m writing. Here is another sentence. And another. It can go on for a while and I might […]
December 12, 2016
They came on a rainy night. We were huddled together in the living room, crouching on the sofa, sitting next to the fireplace or […]
December 12, 2016
If we exclude the bad ones, writers can transport you through dimensions. Space and time. Love for fictional work is unique. Knowing something isn’t real and […]
August 14, 2016
Why should we understand that we’re just a small part of the universe and not very important? Because then only we realise that the problems of […]