Not a day goes without me wondering about how messy an affair it is to be human. The emotional turmoil...

Even the most callous version of me is not entirely comfortable with using the word “hate” in a mundane setting...

“So, do you think that thoughts die like how living things do?” asked the Boy. The Man that faced him...

With five minutes left for the clock to strike 12, I was standing on the roof of my building looking...