Category: Grounded

  • This is the Price

    As I’m writing this, three steps away from the airport gate, there’s twelve minutes until we start boarding, one after the other, on a passage New York bound. I miss home already. I listen to Hamilton again, and I remind myself: this is the price I pay for this richness,…

  • To Myself, Afterwards

    You will remember the joy and laughter and love and empathy that drive you to suck the marrow out of life, and you will realize that the meaninglessness of life is a gift, because it allows me to build and rebuild myself, whatever way I want, whenever I want, and…

  • Fondness and Trees

    For me, trees remind me of how much more superior we believe ourselves to be than we truly are: these trees are bigger and more magnificent than I will ever be, they have existed before I was born, and they will continue to exist after I die. At the same time,…