Plodding on, day after day, towards a never-ending horizon. why do we exist? the quintessential question it stubbornly buries itself into the hearts of men ravages the human psyche in a cruel game from which no victory awaits not even a faint glimmer of closure to be found for miles. …

The daily struggle. Wake up. My eyelids are hopelessly losing the battle against gravity. Heavy from a third sleepless night in a row, they easily yield to the pounding fatigue that courses through the length of my body. My head feels like it’s been wrapped in layers of cellophane. Each…

Words and their strange complexities. “Fuck.” He tosses the word out plainly. As if mentioning the weather. “Excuse me?” I swivel around on my chair, expecting to look down at him — but he’s standing. My eyes slowly trail up from his tattered denim jeans, to his gray shirt, his…

An attempt to squeeze some fiction out of this dull, unimaginative mind. The house is eerily quiet. The only sound that reverbs throughout the hallways and into my room is the faint noise of a crackling fire, with its occasional snaps, coming from the living room fireplace. …

On reflections, and libraries, and reflections in libraries. Sometimes I find myself wandering aimlessly, without motive, direction, or destination anchoring me to reality. Time is — always has been? — a blur. Weekdays of toil on insufficient sleep bleed into weekends of neon lights, fiery drinks, haunted subway rides at…

엄마, Remember Me One of the most poignant memories I have of my mother is from when I was in 6th grade, around 10 years ago. I had just gotten into a nasty fight with my best friend. Distraught, I came home from school and burst into tears in my room. About an…

Everyone loves being the main character of their own lives. The general consensus seems to be that social media is bad. Toxic, even. We are quick to blame TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, and the rest for imbuing our minds with useless yet satisfying content that so often leaves us feeling numb…

Finding myself amidst towering buildings and blaring horns in the Big Apple. New York City. The very words alone strike a resounding chord in anyone who has the opportunity to come face to face with the giant itself. At least, this is the case for me, someone who had always…

Fear is an impetus — a forceful train hurtling through the air, always hurrying, never arriving. As a child, I was afraid of everything. My parents encouraged me to become an avid reader from an early age. What they didn’t know was that the very books I began poring over…