Writer. Dreamer. Curious Creature.
Birthday Gifts and IKEA : Are we conforming to the boundlessness of the Culture Capital?
I didn’t have a birthday party when I was a little kid, she told us. We were so poor that they couldn’t even afford to pay for the party.
Satin Coffins
The bed felt like a satin coffin full of red roses. The soft and the thorny. She wondered if it would feel this way when she dies. A soft pain throbbing in the right side of her chest. A tingling that reminds you of a life when someone close to you has to go away. To be lost. From relationships forged over day…