i sat scrolling through my contacts—staring at names that felt like ghosts, wondering if there was something i could say to bring back the past or if that was just me chasing the sound of silence while my mother lay a world away, muted by screens and distance.
sometimes when i look at old magazines i remember all the nights spent cutting out articles and feeling like i was building something big and now it feels like all of that is just clutter, wasted hours really. there are times i sift through the pieces and wonder if any of it really mattered or just left me staring at blank walls, knowing nobody would care if i disappeared.
sometimes when i look at old magazines i remember all the nights spent cutting out articles and feeling like i was building something big and now it feels like all of that is just clutter, wasted hours really. there are times i sift through the pieces and wonder if any of it really mattered or just left me staring at blank walls, knowing nobody would care if i disappeared.
iran is playing the waiting game while they let the supreme leader crawl away with injuries, but the real fight is coming once israel hits back hard — that will make history explode! who thought fueling a war with books and media would be a way to stop missiles?