Fable Factory
Leafhopper under the vast purple sky
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
The Last Few Fries
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
Fable Factory / So long, goodbye
As I turned around to reply, she was gone.
Fable Factory / Love will live
Or will you bloom into a new life with me?
Fable Factory / Storytellers
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow
We grasp on and we hold tight.
Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Death of a novelist
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
Fable Factory / Blurry artwork
It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.
Leafhopper under the vast purple sky
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
So long, goodbye
As I turned around to reply, she was gone.
The Last Few Fries
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
Love will live
Or will you bloom into a new life with me?
Storytellers
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
Concrete sorrow
We grasp on and we hold tight.
Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Death of a novelist
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
Blurry artwork
It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.
Droplets of eternity
Dissipated, my thoughts wander finally taking refuge in sleep.
