Loose Ends

I read a study once– actually I don’t remember if it was a study, or what it was. But, the point is, it was the sourceĀ of a quintessential notion, in my opinion. This piece suggested that our emotions are not reliable upon our current environment. I disagreed with this at first too, but it’s still…

The September

It was September, the season of dead leaves and lattes. It was September, the month my mom died and my birthday. It was September, the September. July and August always come and go with ease, I’d just moved out of my family’s house and just started meeting some new people. It was the September that…