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Written by Jacob Ibrag And before we knew it, time forgot its name. Relegated to a spectator, amnesia laced inContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag And before we knew it, time forgot its name. Relegated to a spectator, amnesia laced inContinue Reading
5/21/2018 “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” – Anton ChekhovContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag And so we become who we were, reaching the apex of our character. Are we reallyContinue Reading
5/15/2018 “One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.” – Helen Keller Photo by Florian BiedermannContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag And the violins got violent, asking for me to remain silent. ‘Why mess with with ourContinue Reading





