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Gratitude

Switzerland turns white the day before December. I’m in a little cultural center in the middle of nowhere, listen to beautiful live music with eyes closed, forgetting that I’m in a body, drifting away. And I feel immense gratitude. For the safety net around me that I could only dream of years ago. For friends who have experienced me as a bad-tempered party pooper, didn’t judge nor mind, and just stay when I was so afraid of being left. For friends...

Big In Japan

Big In Japan. Infinite loop. Laura’s beautiful voice mingles with Nick’s velvety one. Nick, about whom J told me all those years ago. 2013. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still have his cover of Radioactive on my iPod. A memento of a very intense time in Singapore. And surprisingly, I’ll get to know him soon – through photography. It doesn’t hurt to ask, Monika. I used to admire him from afar. Thought he was too talented, too handsome,...

Breaking the Silence

The longer silence lasts, the harder it is to break it. ✕ ✕ ✕ I want to be happy. Celebrate life, dance till dawn, walk around with a big smile, a skip in my stride, the lyrics of my favourite song on my lips. Laugh with my loved ones, have honest late night talks.. it’s been too long. Reality has been different lately. There were way too many dark days. I became an empty shell and couldn’t prevent it from happening. I mourn the wasted days...

Saved

This week has been really rough. I helplessly felt darkness consuming me from within; insecurities, sorrow and hopelessness persistently gnawed at me. All I wanted to do was to sleep till this mess was over, avoiding stressful social interactions. Luckily I didn’t chicken out of meeting my old friend Mia. After talking for a while to catch up on our lives, we moved on to taking some random shots, experimenting with material that was lying around. I wanted to keep it...

Lost Melancholy

October 2015 The wintery autumn night catches me by surprise. I cycle home after a stressful afternoon of babysitting. It’s shortly after 7pm, but the sky is already tinted in a shade of rich dark blue. The air I inhale feels like peppermint in my lungs. The sight of the lonely streets lit by yellowish street lamps fills me with melancholy and my heart aches for the heartfelt music of Keane, my favourite band I’ll probably forever relate with sad autumns and nostalgic winters....