My Dearest Juliana

I saw something that reminded me of you today. It was just a small, tiny thing, but it reminded me of you nonetheless.


She came out to the balcony with me, an orange tucked in her hand. She asked me what I’m doing, so I flicked my half-smoked cigarette away and said: “Just […]


She’s old and frail. Her skin, under the harsh hospital lights, looks white-blue. The wrinkles and liver spots on her hands remind him of her age, of the life that […]