Growing up, I remember reading my essays in school and feeling inferior to my classmates who seemed to be way more talented with their work. The struggle was real
This is how it feels like every time I start on a new piece. The pages are blank and pristine – a clean slate
For a while now I’ve wondered about what you’re like. I’ve been wanting to put a face to the only description I have of you – that just like me, you love Japan. But that is where our similarities and differences start and end
Difficult weeks have been a rare occurrence of late but somehow I found myself in the middle of a storm. There was a sense of looming darkness so tangible that I could not help but feel undone
