A year does not appear fully built. It begins as groundwork, poured

Reality is rarely singular. We speak of the truth, the world, the

Self-care used to be quiet. A cup of tea, a bath, a

Not the start, not the finish. It's the stretch of road where you can see both in the distance.

We rarely admit how much we need others. We praise independence, worship

요즘은 사람들이 피곤하다는 말을 할 때, 그 이유를 길게 설명하려 들지 않는다.

Some mornings arrive without ceremony. The day unfolds like a letter you

Sometimes it feels as though the world wakes up in a bad

A Beautiful World, or Something Like It

보면 심장이 아프고, 안 보면 더 아프다.

The English version of a piece close to my heart—a quiet celebration of the moments we almost miss but would never trade.