Birth; a conscription
Little bodies drafted into existence…
Echoes of the Theater

You’re marvelous; fabulous in a play,
The star no understudy can replace
To your friends, you’re hailed a stud…
The star no understudy can replace
To your friends, you’re hailed a stud…
Comirnaty Completus
After three swab tests, multiple variants of the coronavirus manifesting and semi-lockdowns, and repeatedly cancelled travel bubbles, I’ve finally completed my two doses of the Pfizer-BioNTech COVID-19 vaccine. Despite being the last age group to be eligible to register for vaccination, my second dose of the vaccine couldn’t…
The Belt of Venus

Today, like any other day, the sun rose and set like clockwork. On some evenings like this, the Belt of Venus would lace itself across the horizon like a rice paper cord (mizuhiki) lashed over a blue-textured chiyogami wrapping paper. Most of the time, the mizuhiki only consists of pink, orange and yellow colours.