The Onion

A few years ago, I went grocery shopping with my boyfriend at the pristine supermarket in his lush, metropolitan slice of the city.  “I’ll get the onions while you grab the red peppers,” he’d said to me, not realising that he was about to awaken a long-forgotten dream. I perused the unfamiliar produce aisle in…

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,…