I don’t know why, but I woke up today feeling… romantic.Not about anyone in particular—more like a soft ache in the chest, the kind of mood where light seems golden, and small things stir the heart. At the same time, my body isn’t cooperating—headache, itchy skin, a creeping sense that maybe I’m allergic to something … Continue reading Present
mindless scrolling
Revolt
Once, when I was a kid, I wondered what happened after we turned off the TV. Where did the small people go? What did they do until morning, when they had to perform again? I was a kid—I said it. But now, the question is different: What do we do when the performances never stop? … Continue reading Revolt
A monologue
(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue
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