Into the new-normal. Take a detour of the remnants of what's lost and what was found after the world amid COIVD.
Sometimes, the world brings you a gentle push of what it means to love. Up against the streamlined lifestyle carved with time the paradoxical paradigm of love and story never dies.
Time and space may seem like a close-ended operation of divine entities. But, as always, there's one thing that permeates through a so-seemed void of the one-directional stream.
Life is a vacant canvas, and our hands are the paintbrush. But what if we only have a single paint for us to paint left on our shelves?
Work and Interview Coming Soon!