In November, passing me by

Every now and then I get these peculiar ‘moments of thought’ as I’m waiting for the bus. Moments where my life is mine until I’m looking at someone passing by. Maybe it’s what would be considered spirit-walking or astral projection. For the briefest moment my life is theirs. I give them a story. I give […]

pt. I — Converging souls

The beauty of coffee shops is that they’ve got a knack for stories. Tacked paintings, unnamed faces on the walls, streams of melodies from bands no one has ever heard of, and the delicate rosetta settling in the mug in front of her all have stories to tell. Visions and memories people want to mull […]