On our last facetime call, you asked for a letter. More specifically, a letter in your inbox, a week after we called it quits, from the writer you dated. You walked out of my life…

I always knew this day would come. From the day we sold her house and moved her into her room, a care home with bright yellow branding, and orange curtains everywhere, making the light look…

I am back in the blue melodrama of my teenage years, maybe that’s the magic effect of spending the majority of my time in a room I used to listen to “teen idle” by Marina…

I always wanted to be a columnist. Like Carrie Bradshaw. Wearing Molly Goddard Tutu dresses, writing about everything that comes to my mind whilst residing in a trendy New York City neighbourhood. In my dreams,…

How the pandemic managed to create a new subculture- entirely online, dreaming of where the grass is evergreen.