Philosophy & Meaning

I sit on the rough stone, tracing doodles I can’t even see. There’s really not much else to do when you're falling through a void, a slab...

I wouldn’t have been able to imagine doing this three years ago. I smile into the mirror as I run the comb through my wet hair. Three...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose  By any other name would smell as sweet." (Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II) “Um, Cipher,...