On a series of unfortunate events that took over my life upon moving to a big city.
A poem on moving to a big city from a small town.
Growing apart from parents is a ritual of growing up. Just like a thread sways a kite, our relationship with our parents is also a tug of push and …
On the ease of walking off into a consistently expanding and contracting world.
What happens after you fragment yourself between the small town and the big city? What happens when you live neither here nor there?