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Phantom Thread Review

A bore of a film that baffles on occasion. Phantom Thread offers viewers a shallow representation of a toxic relationship. The only thing it successfully achieves is reinforcing the tiresome stereotype of the man as the revered genius, and the girl as a naive muse in awe of him. With an oeuvre boasting the likes…

South American Refugee Crisis

In 2015, the Syrian civil-war lead to what was considered the greatest refugee crisis in modern history. The rise of ISIS, the radicalisation of rebel groups and the unconscionable use of chemical weapons by President Bashar al-Assad, on civilians, lead to the displacement of six-million people, desperate to flee the violence. While most sought safety…

Dreamy Love #3

Caught in your gaze; tongue tied and mesmerised, I feel like a deer trapped in head lights. My beauty. My queen. In my mind, you’re better than any fantasy or movie screen. Simply, there aren’t enough colours in the spectrum to paint your beauty,  in my eyes.

Sleeping Beauty

Our limbs were like instruments, playing in time to the urgency of beating hearts. While the bed beneath our bodies was the backing track to our lovemaking. Like a crescendo, it just kept on rising until the climax left us… breathless. You always fall asleep after we have sex, and I can’t help but watch…

Nationhood

Nationhood…light as air, formless as water, transient as time. Nationhood…we treat it as solid as bricks and mortar. Nationhood…an illusion at best; a death sentence at worst.

Back to Black

The words… the words… the words. They escape me like grains of sands slipping through grasping hands. I’m drowning in the black. The abyss is swallowing me up. I look down. I look up. I look around. There is no place to turn. Nowhere else to go. I need to get away from you –…

Gangster’s Paradise

Footsteps fading away. Alone in a dark street. Quiet. Dead quiet. I feel cold. Teeth chattering. Drenched in street lights, I’m slumped against a lamppost – my soon to be tombstone. Its steel touch coxes away my warmth. Getting colder. Each breath is quicker and shallower than the last. My nostrils are flooding with gun…