Thursday, April 30, 2026

Cartography of the Void

There is no language that can truly hold certain feelings. But somehow, this world has managed to limit feelings within the boundaries of certain languages, making them almost intranslatable.

I have been sitting with this since January this year, trying to name a certain emotion, rather a cluster of emotions, I think. I can't quite pin down, but I'll only try my best to describe it. It took me years to even realize it as a feeling, or the fact that if I let myself unravel enough, I am capable of feeling far more than I know how to hold.

Wednesday, April 08, 2026

I Ache for an Analogue Life…

I ache for a life that moves slowly, even if the world insists on rushing past me. In this era of now, I want to linger at the edge of time; I want to wait, but not because time is slipping away, but for a quiet, flickering inner certainty. For that moment that feels right. I want to live in the softness of feeling it or not feeling it and make it the vantage point of my decisions.