writer. traveller. life unraveller.
Six months ago I was hit by a car. I was driving my motorbike up Doi Suthep and just a couple hundred metres from the temple on a hairpin turn, a car appeared directly in front of me. It happened so fast, I barely registered it. All I remember in that millisecond was a sharp... Continue Reading →
The unconscious mind is quiet and murky. It hides things until we’re forced to find them, like a riptide, deceptively calm with nothing too frightening detectable on the surface. Every so often, it offers us a peek at bits and pieces of ourselves—the fragmented and forgotten things we’d rather ignore, like the contents of a... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 