the weight of a physical presence
It is surreal. My partner and I are self-isolating most of the time ever since we knew about the possibility of asymptomatic spread and the exponential math. But we’ve been homebodies before…
hypocrisy. anger. sadness.
Just a few posts ago I was writing how in recent times I have lost the desire to write as I no longer needed it that much as a crutch and as…
The fire is burning
We see a fire burning, and we go around telling the entire village. They ignore us, and continue to have fun. By the time they notice it, it is too late. Those…
personal thoughts & anxiety on the virus situation
I will admit that when the whole virus situation started I didn’t take it seriously. I don’t remember being concerned about SARS, H1N1 or any similar diseases. I think there is a…
some thoughts on publishing, and the preciousness of the ordinary
I used to love writing because it was cathartic – I had a lot of repressed and suppressed feelings which I couldn’t express in person. These days I have found myself wanting…
on the process of learning to be less unhappy
Having been raised in a materialistic society it is difficult to uncondition ourselves from believing that success equates to happiness. Some of us turned our backs on conventional success and chose to…
experiencing life with a bicycle
I bought my first bicycle when I first moved to SF. Everyone there seemed to cycle, and I had grand visions of commuting to work with a bicycle. In the 2-3 years…
When the system fails a child
afterthoughts upon reading a memoir on losing a child to suicide
on living a distance from tech and the internet
A long time ago when the web was still cool, there was a website named fray.com. It was ahead of its time, told cool stories and experimented with weird formats and layouts….
2020: pursuing non-pursuing
I used to obsess about writing these every year. But this year I felt an indifference. Is it age? That I feel the choice to end and start a year overnight on…