Each person does see the world in a different way. There is not a single, unifying, objective truth. We’re all limited by our perspective. – Siri Hustvedt Perspective. It is a beautiful thing in a way that, all of us… Continue Reading →
“Propaganda” in present-day English, refers to information or media (especially of biased or misleading nature) that is used to manipulate the audience to further an agenda. If you hear the word propaganda, it immediately alerts you to look out for… Continue Reading →
[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders and violence. Reader discretion is advised. I have to find him. He couldn’t have gone that far, could he? Saya thought to herself as she searched for Chihaya. Of… Continue Reading →
From the beginning of everything, all I wished for, Was to be anything other than a phenomenon. All I wanted was to be alive and be missed, But I only have one path now, I march on. Constant and… Continue Reading →
The scene before his eyes frightened Charles Lyell. He couldn’t tell if he was looking at the same man who ignored his seasickness and spent half a decade sailing the oceans, just for the sake of research. He had trouble… Continue Reading →
Feb 4th, 2028 “A creative professional? What are you, nuts?” Pa says. Okay, they don’t know I’m here. “What he wants to become is HIS choice, Madhav,” Ma interjects. “What is wrong with you, Rani?” Pa says, frustrated. “Look at… Continue Reading →
[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders, violence, and brutality in relation to Nazi practices. Reader discretion is advised. Have you heard of me? Of course, you haven’t. I am neither a Jew who survived… Continue Reading →
Trigger Warning: The following reading contains information about racism, brutality, homophobia, and child sexual abuse. Readers’ discretion is advised. During the Black Lives Matter protests, which began as a response to the unfair killing of George Floyd by a… Continue Reading →
It’s the summer of 1917. The kids should be playing in the sunflower fields, while Rachel should be preparing sandwiches under the trees. However, they are probably hiding in the basement, praying. The last letter from her told me that… Continue Reading →
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