Waiting
Art

Waiting

We spend a lot of minor portions of our day waiting, which later on add up to become major parts of our life, which we spend, waiting. For cabs, for job opportunities, for food delivery, for meetings, for bad days to end, for love. I spent many portions of many days of many summer breaks, … Continue reading

Rust
Poetry

Rust

What is rust, if not time? Born of white, grew into yellow, and died at bronze But why don’t pages rust? Is it because the words carved into them don’t have enough metal to beat the metal? Is it because they don’t have enough magic to beat science? Or is it simply because bronze can’t … Continue reading