Lately, I've noticed something strange about myself.

Refusing to Be Forgotten in the Middle of Nowhere

Why Does Everything Have to Be Special?

Has the World Gotten Louder, or Am I Just Hearing the Noise More Clearly?

A Life That Could Have Been Different

From a peace bell to an ancient grain returned to the soil, what does the past ask of us?

I was eighteen when I left home for university.

"There is neither the sorrow of death, nor the joy of life.

Sometimes the week's real story does not come from a headline.