i shall take a sickle to the path crowded with roses

i’ve been torn between deleting this blog or keeping it as a relic of past lives, but maybe resuscitation works too (however temporary it may be). a quarter-decade (!) has elapsed since i last posted here. it seems like an exercise in inanity to condense 2.5 years into a single text, so this will be rather vague/vaporised instead.

i’ve stayed mostly in one place (swaying backwards and forwards), lost & found some friends, marched for palestine (حرية) in multiple countries, fallen in love again 。。

。。published two books (one light pink & bloodied, the other a heavy blue) & lots of unbound things 。。

next year i want to breathe in a faraway forest.