Sometimes it’s hard to remember. I wonder if my memories are truly my own, or a reflection of stories I remember remembering. I sit on the steps and stare out across the river. The weather is marvelous – a gorgeous blue sky with cotton candy clouds. Is this what they call ‘azure’, I wonder, as [...]
It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of uncertainty, worry and fear. Two weeks of shutting down myself so that I wouldn’t hurt as much if the worst came to realisation. My mum’s finally come back from her trip to Taiwan. She’d left early in the morning, right before I went to school. I said goodbye. [...]
Hadn’t planned on writing, but then I came across this article by Dominique Browning about burning her diaries, and I thought, wow, I agree with her. I might not be the age she is (assuming she’s 54, since she burnt 40 years worth of diaries back from when she was first 14), but I believe [...]