Self Notes

Burned Hours

A friend of mine recently coined a term that I have not been able to shake off ever since: Burned Hours. At first glance, it sounds harmless. It sounds like […]

Self Notes

Ode to the Empty Chair

There are morningswhen silence has a heartbeat. Not loud.Not dramatic. Just…persistent. The house still hums,but it hums with absence.Every ticking clock rehearses a languageI used to know— your language. A […]

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A Tribute to Son Heung-min

When Dreams Take Root in the Longest Wait There’s something about pain that binds football fans. Something in the long, hard years without silverware that forges a different kind of […]

Self Notes

Dear Chichi

I hope these words reach you gently, like soft waves finding the shoreline after a long journey — neither demanding nor imposing, but arriving with purpose and tenderness. There’s been […]

Self Notes

Dreaming in Silence

When Liverpool finally lifted the Premier League trophy in the summer of 2020, the world erupted in celebration. Banners flew, fireworks pierced the night, and voices hoarse from generations of […]