- Writing in an old place3 JUL 2026visual writing
When a thought is allowed to speak, it spreads its offsprings out of my mind. Like spores, they float in the air.
- A thought is a thread13 JUN 2026visual writing
A thought is a thread. With a beginning and an end. But it never exists alone. It’s tangled with others.
- A creature inside me9 APR 2026visual writing
I left my hometown 15 years ago. But never arrived anywhere else.