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  • BOOK | The Scar

    This is not the only book who takes death and grief in hand and tries to make sense of them through a child’s eyes. There are other works like the well-known The Heart and the Bottle by Oliver Jeffers or Cry, Heart, but Never Break by Glenn Rintved, as well as lovely light-hearted The Paper…

  • This Is How You Lose Him

    You lose him when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to him: the worn pair of trainers that his father gave him when he first moved out, the courage to speak up against injustice even when one is in disadvantaged position, the contagious laughter of his childhood friends, the starry…

  • Movie | Rừng Na Uy

    Tôi đọc Rừng Na Uy từ những ngày còn sinh viên, chỉ đọc một lần và chắc sẽ là lần duy nhất. Có những thứ dù cho trong sáng và tinh khiết đến đâu, cũng đủ day dứt để tôi cũng không bao giờ muốn quay lại lần nữa, chỉ dám lưu giữ chúng trong…

  • scent of autumn

    Autumn passes by like a swift sunbeam. Days get shorter to the point it is still night when you wake up. Still hangs in the blazing cold of a late afternoon rain the smell of fullness giving freely what the season has to offer. The muted grey skies and the pale skins. The starry nights…

  • An Introvert in Town

    I returned to Paris, seeking the peace and calm I could no longer find in Hanoi. But every morning, going down the tube station in Saint Lazare, all I can see is a vast sea of densely moving black silhouettes, and I am reminded that Paris, too, is a metropolis. That no matter how serene…

  • When the Light Goes out

    On a gloomy day in the middle of March, I curled up inside the fluffy blanket and buried my face into Popo’s soft hands. Inside the velvety darkness, melodies of “Come away with me” floated like flows of sweetness and desperation at the same time. They reached the very core of my heart and tore…

  • Into the Blue

    In the morning I woke up. Nothing in particular had done the job of hauling me out of sleepy puffs as it was almost a routine, a melancholy boredom of the repetitive 24 hours cycle. I opened my eyes and lied still in bed. A thick, heavy blanket for wintertime tuck under chin on the first…

  • Goodbye, June

      I’ll remember this moment, when the day’s done and loneliness creeps in, when fear evades and uncertainty takes hostage. I’ll remember me sitting on a green bench, under lush leaves of a common horse chestnut tree, in a summer afternoon as bright as hope and as fine as youth. I’ll remember lavenders’ overwhelming scent…

  • 2014 – A Year in Review

    So the first month of the new year has passed and finally I have gathered enough guilt from procrastination to really sit down and take a look back on the last year. 2014 was a year of trials and experiments, a pilot year to test myself and play with different strategies and see if I…

  • Meet Me When the Apples Fall

    I pocket the golden light in my woollen cardigan and whirl the clouds around my neck. Threads of creamy cotton tickle my pointed chin. My hair is softened by summer dew as I juice cherry-red raspberries into my blood. Bang pinned back and sleeves rolled up, I dash towards the sun.   So meet me…