The abstractions of why we feel the way we feel, often best left undefined.

Elise, for whom this sonata was written Lies cold and buried in a crypt of her own making But what can you say about someone So stifled by her life that even when breathing, she was barely alive? Elise, for you there was once admiration Turned dark and perverse by the choices you didn’t dare make How did it make you feel, to be who you should have, and not who you could? For Elise, you’ve broken the world’s order

My nemesis, my friend How have you made it so that I only exist, if I do, in the spaces you left behind? My heart knows who you are, but not in that jaded way of poets. No, I have not known you elsewhere before, or in a time gone…

I have very strong feelings about books that eventually become movies and TV shows. In short, they suck. This past week, I have been proven delightfully wrong by Pachinko, season one now streaming on Apple TV+. What does generational trauma really mean? Is the idea that we have had a…

Spoilers are marked with [SPOILER] throughout this article, and they’ve been kept to a minimum. You’ve been warned, anyway. How do I watch Black Widow in India? This question has no definitive answer at the time of writing (July 2021), but a good VPN, and a US friend’s Disney+ account…

A year ago, something happened to the world. A fundamental shift. And much as we’d like to pretend that the Zoom calls and great internet speeds got us through, I wonder how many of us are simply living in denial of the fact that we may be depressed. I got…

How many marketing webinars have you signed up for this October? Well, ditch them all and watch Emily in Paris. If there ever was a lesson in marketing worth learning, Netflix has delivered it. …

Negative spaces make creatives better. As a copywriter, it is as much the job to condense as it is to write. Because messages often rest in the spaces unsaid. The void of a post, delicately arranged around an empty circle. The void of unfilled paper, and the many possibilities therein. …

This is the first in a four-part series inspired from music and the memory of a place it brings up. I’d envisioned this story as being read with this soundtrack playing gently in the background, and I hope you get a chance to experience it that way, too. …