The faint smell of Old Spice reminds me of my dad, a constant reminder from my mom every Father's day, I often wonder if he truly liked this scent, or was it a reminder of his obligation as a father? Shackled and bound by marriage, did he want this job? I remember brief moments of … Continue reading Father’s Day
Author: Lisa Choi
I am an explorer, seeker of curiosities, both consciously and beneath the subterranean. I look at knowledge as a continuous path to finding out who I am and I share knowledge. The place I continuously strive for is the living stream of consciousness. Between fact and fiction. Dreaming is possible when you are awake.
