Diary: Slow Snails
[Photography by Cristobal Guerra Naranjo] It's one of those days when everything is nicely fogged up––no pun intended. Outside the window is a soft picture, not unlike cotton…
Diary: Half Way Through January
A little too often, I have heard some say that the days start to feel the same. I am scared of this; of everything feeling the same; of…
Diary: Lost in Austen
Right before Christmas, I was working on my biggest scarf order till this day. A cool lady had ordered it for her boyfriend. I wanted to fixate my…
Diary | I Learned to Ride a Bicycle!
I knew about the free 'how to ride a bicycle for adults' classes offered by Bike NY on the weekends. But I worked on those days, and it was…
Drumroll Please, It Is My Very First Post!
It rained today. The uninterrupted stretch of pavement is now brown and not gray, cleaner. I can hear the wetness as the cars zoom off on the highway––about…