The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“The shadow is a part of the self, yet it is not the self.”

Living with a shadow is exhausting. You realize our public selves are just echoes of something hidden and quiet.

“Truth is not found in a single place. It is scattered like seeds.”

Some memories stay frozen in time like a high school girl by a river. They never age even when we get old and tired.

“If you wish to find the truth, you must look within the walls.”

Libraries feel safer than the real world sometimes. Reading old dreams is a way to find what we lost in the daylight.

Chasing a teenage love can lead you to a place with no exits. You end up trapped in a version of yourself that stopped growing.