The Soft Launch of Adulthood
No one really tells you when it begins. Adulthood, I mean. There’s no ceremony, no formal declaration, just a quiet shift in rhythm. One morning you wake up and realize your calendar suddenly looks fuller, your coffee colder, and your inbox is strangely alive. This week I started my first job at a marketing and branding agency. It’s part time, but feels monumental. Between university lectures and client calls, I’m learning to balance worlds: the academic and the real one, the
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An Ode to Ballet
There’s a silence before the curtain rises that feels almost sacred, like the air itself knows what’s about to happen. On Saturday evening, I went to see Swan Lake at the Auditorio Nacional. The orchestra, conducted by Gavriel Heine, began to play and the entire space changed temperature. You could feel the violins in your skin, the cellos in your chest. It was a sound that didn’t just fill the theatre: it filled you. It was my sister’s first time seeing a ballet live. She cr
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The art of yearning
It’s been days since I watched Dracula: A Love Tale and I still haven’t recovered. That film didn’t just tell a story, it carved...
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Autumn is for Hopeless Romantics
There’s something about autumn that awakens the hopeless romantic in me. Maybe it’s the chill in the air, the earlier dusks, or simply...
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September: A Fresh Start
There’s something about September. The air sharpens, the mornings are crisp and suddenly everything feels like it’s beginning again. It’s...
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