essays

an engineered famine of the psychosocial kind

Jul 28 •

the joy of shared mischief

We can't be in cahoots alone. It has to be with someone.

Oct 17, 2024 •

pipit sama enggang / birds of a feather

whatever souls are made of, theirs and mine are the same

Jun 2, 2024 •

attention (you got me lookin' for)

Trying to invest in what matters.

Jan 21, 2024 •

even if you beat me—

I would rather die than miscommunicate. I'm now at my 37th death.

Oct 15, 2023 •

baju kurung, and maybe if I was prettier

or maybe if I was more horrifying, actually.

Apr 21, 2023 •

will never win the idgaf war (love disarms me completely)

Is there anything that's worth more than peace and love on the planet Earth?

Apr 2, 2023 •

I wanted to walk into traffic. so I read.

How reading has been a restorative practice for my brain function, and how it's been keeping me alive.

Feb 28, 2023 •

a smart(er) way to experience sadness

When asked for an unpopular opinion, I always tell people that I love being disappointed.

Nov 7, 2022 •

how a snail has more purpose than I do

Their movement, though slow, seem driven by a cause leagues bigger than what little I know of this world.

Aug 1, 2022 •

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