What makes a cage a cage? What are the dimensions? The length and width and height of the container that makes you a prisoner? How high does it need to be, how big, until you think that it’s not a cage anymore, just life? Is there even a cage? Are we free? I was rewatching…
Happiness is a butterfly Try to catch it, like, every night It escapes from my hands into moonlight So, to begin with, I’m a fan of Lana Del Rey. Why? Because her voice beats any I’ve heard, I’m in love with those little suspenseful, melancholic vibes that it gives off. Secondly, I recently Googled the…
When I read the Fig Tree analogy of Sylvia Plath, I was once again reminded of the absolute overwhelming truth of the fact that human consciousness, human will, human thought, is ultimately all the same. And that even though we’re all unique and unparalleled in our mental states, our problems, our emotions, our choices and…
