
Is the Present all that matters?
The beach was cloaked in darkness when I arrived, the air cool and filled with the soothing rhythm of waves
The beach was cloaked in darkness when I arrived, the air cool and filled with the soothing rhythm of waves
A quite afternoon. A gallery. Staring at an old Renaissance masterpiece. Maybe it’s a Caravaggio or a Vermeer. The faces
The moment my father would change the channel to ABP News, I would put up my most irritated face on
In a world dominated by scrolling and swiping, attention spans are shrinking at an alarming rate. Studies suggest that the