A universe is vast, spontaneous, and unique. So is my mind
We usually forget months and even entire years of our lives, but there are some moments, some nights, that can never fade away from our memories.
I always say I have a very bad memory. Could it be my brain’s way of defending itself against grief?
Insodus is a word I made up as an antonym of Exodus.
Next week this time I’ll be back in the country that hurt me so much that the mere thought of returning to it hurts. My land of slavery and bondage. Continue reading