Month: September 2025

I never set out to make soup some sort of spiritual exercise. In fact, the whole thing started because I was hungry on a cold afternoon and had half a fridge of vegetables that were beginning to wilt. Soup felt like the only respectful way to use them up. But somewhere between peeling carrots and […]

It started by accident, the way most of my habits do. I was walking home late one afternoon, the kind of hour when the sun seems too big for the sky, stretching itself across everything in its way. I noticed my shadow trailing longer than my actual body, bending over cracks in the pavement like […]

I’ve always thought cafés were like background music in the city. They’re everywhere, humming softly behind the rhythm of daily life, yet I rarely give them more than a passing glance. I’ll pop in for coffee, maybe stay a little longer if the Wi-Fi is good, but the idea of committing to the same café, […]

It started as a dare to myself. Not the kind of dare that comes from friends at a dinner table or a playful challenge after a glass of wine, but a quiet one, whispered to myself while scrolling late at night through yet another carousel of things I didn’t need. A ceramic teapot in a […]

There’s a drawer in my apartment that could easily be mistaken for a tiny graveyard. Old phone chargers, buttons without their jackets, headphones with one ear dead, a watch that forgot how to tick. For years, I called it the “someday” drawer—the place where things too sentimental to toss but too broken to use went […]