Coffeee & Chaos

For Beirut

On August 4, 2020, my words escaped me. Abandoned me, speechless, with a heart full of rubble and a mind shattered to pieces. It’s been seven long, heavy days since the Beirut blast glued us all to our screens, and I still sit here, lost, words nowhere to be found. I’m still struggling to piece…

Isolation In the City: My Front Door Made Me Do It

I’m not going to sit here and type out 500 words about how you should be using your time to read more books again (you’re welcome). But I am going to share a story about a door.

Why Your Choices Shouldn’t (Always) Define You

“And how exactly does that benefit people?” was my doctor’s smug answer, his smirk growing with every word, when he asked what I did for a living and I replied with something that starts with “Youtube” and ends with “music”. No, this wasn’t a therapist, so no, he did not have any professional right to…

The Meaning of Life; The Meaning(less) of Death

Death is so final, and I’m not sure how to deal with that. I’ve always known that, in theory. I first grasped the meaning of death when I was 9 years old, the year my grandfather passed away. I remember it taking a while for me to understand that I will never see him again,…

Human, just like me

Everyday from 9 to 6, I sit across from a mother of two. She is the embodiment of a superwoman, and often reminds me of my own mother in how she jumped back from her second pregnancy and waltzed straight into the office like she hadn’t just given life to a tiny new human. She’s…

Lost In The City: A long winding road to nowhere

I could feel my mind going fuzzy around the edges as I drove down the same left lane, on the same speed, in the same direction to be reunited with a friend who means quite a lot to me. The anxiety that I’d felt the night before about the prospect of driving on my own…

Happiness in the city: reaching rock-bottom to feel alive again

Exactly a month ago, I wrote a (granted, very dramatic) journal entry titled ‘who stole my happiness?’. It wasn’t the first unhappy entry though.

Interview: Julia Stone (Of Angus and Julia Stone)

Published on Drunken Werewolf Magazine “When I watched Angus perform, He shone.” That’s how Julia Stone describes the second half of her two-man act Angus and Julia Stone after watching her brother perform solo during their two year break away from each other. Just like the soft, story-telling nature of the singer/songwriter’s voice, the course…