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this is nonfiction. – My strongest memory of loss goes like this: I, a young boy, fresh-faced (having recently turned thirteen), am in the school dormitory, drinking a cup of black tea with bread at break time when one of my classmates comes running into the dorm, completely out of breath. After regaining his composure,…

Note entry: 16th September 2023: quietude. It takes a while for the noise to die down. for the stillness to begin to seep through, and for the echoes in these echo chambers to quieten. — For almost a decade now, I’ve made it a habit to step away from the noise of social media. Some…

I’m stuck at Monday, 5th of February 2018. We were at Cafe Pap, Parliament Avenue, a few meters away from what used to be Mateos. It was like the beginning and the end were fated to be right next to each other. We met for the first time at Mateos – if my memory serves…