Laika

At some point, you'll go through that one soul-crushing heartbreak that will bring you to your knees before God, wailing with a grief so immense no earth can contain it. And it will become the great demarcation of your life: everything before it, and everything that must follow.

Going out with the intention of paying my respects to every chinar I might chance upon.

Good morning, with the rather dismal realisation that all the trees have shrivelled up.

I'm never not thinking of you.

White nights.

Everywhere I go, the walls seem to close in. Ever since you've left, the world has grown terribly small, contracting round this wintering heart.

Another day of relying on Oscar Wilde. Divine providence, really.

Just embroidered my initial onto my handmade notebook. Oh, the creative spirit in me is flourishing.