Kobe silhouetted against perfect crisp white snow, under an orange glow of a street light. Looming below him, his mysterious life companion, his shadow.
All of life is a struggle to shine a light on our shadow selves, to define that part of us that acts covertly behind the scenes, with motives more genuine and true and real than we care to admit, too afraid to realize or prescribe over as a product of intent.
– AS
Pixelated rays of light from a light bulb in the dark of a movie theatre.
By Ashish Seth
The morning star through a chain mesh window after a sleepless night makes the lack of sleep seem worth it. I saw the sky at the end of the horizon begin to glow blue and then red as the sun peaked its head out. Some of the houses facing in my direction from the window, away from the horizon, were still shrouded in the withering night. But where the morning star hung, the sky around it was already pierced a sickly dark blue, disturbing the eerie ghostly veil of the night sky with the optimism of a new day.
By Ashish Seth
It’s hard to be a man when there’s a girl in your head.
By Ashish Seth
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