last cup noodle in my hand, i microwave matheson water for one, i’m making makeshift dinners on the floor, but summer’s only just begun. my heart, a tangled noodle, soaked in salty tears, you’re the flavor packet, missing from my meal. holding onto you on lime scooters, i had no fears. now… Continue reading summertime sadness
The Missing Puzzle Piece: Neuralink’s Erasure Trials
Prologue Maya observed an ice cube, adrift in her steaming cup of coffee, as it began to fracture. The steam wafted up, fogging her glasses, as she watched the ice surrender to the heat. The cracks spread through the cube, tracing paths like the scars of a battle waged against the searing liquid. With a… Continue reading The Missing Puzzle Piece: Neuralink’s Erasure Trials
The Price of Identity: The Role of Consumerism in Shaping Self
Ninety-eight dollars buy you not just a pair of Lululemon leggings. They encapsulate an aspirational lifestyle–you are better, you take care of yourself. They are plastered to your skin like a badge of distinction for your dedication to wellness. They sculpt your identity better than they sculpt your ass. They are a status symbol. You… Continue reading The Price of Identity: The Role of Consumerism in Shaping Self
In Defence of the Tourist: The Paradox of ‘Authentic Travel’ in the Age of Commercialisation
In a world where the pursuit of “authentic travel” has become a coveted badge of honour, being a tourist comes with a sense of shame. The commercialisation of tourism has birthed an industry that promises curated adventure—an oxymoron that has us believing that discovery can be neatly packaged and pre-arranged. Handheld exploration through guided tours… Continue reading In Defence of the Tourist: The Paradox of ‘Authentic Travel’ in the Age of Commercialisation
Visual Diary of My Semester in Europe
Home Is Where I Am
Home is where I am. It’s the place I inhabit. Call me shallow—home moves with me. It’s really not that deep. We constantly project ourselves onto our surroundings and what I see around me becomes home to me. The cold is now home. Bright orange is home. Cora is home. Metz is home. In the… Continue reading Home Is Where I Am
The Collective Lens: A Reflection on Visual Redundancy
Perched on a weathered stone bridge that arched gracefully over the crystalline expanse of Lake Lucerne, I found myself enveloped in a scene that seemed to have leaped from the pages of a postcard. The gentle breeze carried the faint scent of water lilies and the distant melody of church bells, harmonizing with the rhythmic… Continue reading The Collective Lens: A Reflection on Visual Redundancy
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Resilience and Renaissance: Gare de Metz-Ville’s Century in Transit
On y salue une ambition digne d’une cathédrale, et ce n’est qu’une tourte, un immense pâté de viande. Gare de Metz Ville, an architectural marvel—or so they say. It astounds us with its Romanesque style and a steeple, supposedly designed by Wilhelm II, but nothing soars; everything is contained, squat, and compressed under a lid… Continue reading Resilience and Renaissance: Gare de Metz-Ville’s Century in Transit
Voices of the Past: Verdun’s Tale of Remembrance and Reconciliation
I knelt. As I brought my face closer to the small square glass pane, the image of a jumble of ribs, limbs and skulls emerged with stark clarity. The innocuous window framed a haunting tableau of mixed German and French soldiers’ bones, a macabre mosaic of skeletons intertwined, forever bound by the anguish of war… Continue reading Voices of the Past: Verdun’s Tale of Remembrance and Reconciliation