Watching us in our nightmares is to become something we fear becoming. And fear is a parasite in the body of a ghoul. — This piece of fiction is a continuation to I See My Legs In Front Of Me. I Become You is inspired by Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human. Knock, knock. Such an early riser to be knocking on the door at this hour, I thought. The steaming hot coffee in my…

I know a thing about craftsmanship, I know too much about hunger, but I’ll tell you one thing about mastery –– it’s that I know nothing. This article is purely a personal story. I’ve always loved observing people who are good at what they do or do well in the…

“Meh. Space travel is for the rich,” says Bunka. “Yeah, but wouldn’t that be cool, though? I bet you could escape all this and have nothing to worry about,” I say. “You know who wouldn’t have to worry about it all? Jeff Bezos. I bet he’s enjoying his flight right…

“I only fear myself, the greatest threat in my own existence. I am the critique of my own creation.” — The doubt that’s been looming over is human. So is the fear. Faith is what makes us sentient beings strong. To be burdened and to suffer are to live, and a safety net, a speck of faith when times are harder is what keeps us going. …

If you were to watch the darker, dystopian version of our reality in the near future claimed as the perfect society, would you continue watching it? — I wouldn’t claim myself as an avid anime watcher, manga reader, or film and TV series connoisseur, not that there’s anything wrong with it if you are, but when I do watch them, it’s significantly rare I get emotionally invested in one. There are only so few that hooks me…

We might not be bound by blood, but your support runs thicker than it. — I remember listening to Billie Eilish’s When I Was Older about last year, and my fingers started to dwell on the keyboard, whether to run my thoughts in a cathartic manner or to think of them on a later day, thinking I’d regret to pursue. Here I am about a…

A letter to legacy and a dear mentor, by a youngling in a man’s man’s world. — Now, now, I’ll have to warn you I’m well aware that I might be too young to be talking about legacy. But here we are. I’m not sure what’s struck me, at the time of writing (11.39 PM, to be precise) that I’ve jumped out of my bed to write…

A story about the lessons I learned from this precarious time. — This patience grows weary from all the pandemic updates that light up on the digital screens I own, the news app installed on my phone, and the social media platforms I’m on. Anxiety slowly seeps in, and frustration climbs on its nails that I shouldn’t take my eyes off the…

Digital declutter wasn’t so hard until it felt like a withdrawal symptom. — Living in a world that’s more connected than ever isn’t easy to deafen our ears from the noise and detach ourselves from it. Accompanied by the most convenient piece of gadget that doesn’t take a lot of space in our pockets, the screens that we stare at every day. In…