artifacts.

The sky is a sorbet of bright white clouds and silky grey with strips of unripened blueberry through the tall, … More

“like” this.

Scroll, scroll, scroll. Like, like, like. Tweet, repost, share. Pressing my thumbprint onto the home button of my iPhone and … More

I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear … More

I remember lying awake on the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my little sister in the second grade. … More

I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air, hair whipped to … More

Brushing it off and saying “it’s just one of those days” is a disservice to yourself. It’s a cheat out of giving … More

In my favourite book The Virgin Suicides, after a first attempt at death, young Cecilia is asked post-slitting-of-the-wrists “What are you … More

It has been 13 days since soaring into the air towards Phnom Penh, Cambodia and two full back home, in … More

“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.” It’s one of those quotes that I feel like I’ve been told more times … More

One thing severely lacking as an expat in Phnom Penh is a solid and exciting music scene where I look at … More