
A Secular Food Ritual
As the night passes, the rush-hour reaches its peak and the chaos becomes a calculated dance.
As the night passes, the rush-hour reaches its peak and the chaos becomes a calculated dance.
Finding myself in a dark time of my life, I had let my dreams take upon my sadness to suppress my sense of time. Just like the classic poem says, “I woke to find myself in a dark wood, where the right road was wholly lost and gone”
Last Modified: August 4, 2021