Every thread is made up of even more delicate fibers. Every beam is composed of even sharper rays. And every melody holds within it even more evanescent notes, whose modesty affords for one a unit worthy of one’s adoration. It’s a system of microcosms of some sort, with
I’ve been having the kind of thoughts one has when one has too much time on one’s hands. It helps to put them down into ink and paper because perhaps one could make sense of them. This would be easy if putting these thoughts together were like playing
If it is at all possible, I think I remember the exact moment I felt empathy for the first time. It was around 2 P.M on a weekday in 2009, in the dining hall of Martin Luther Pre and Primary School (MLS). I was having ugali and beans, as