It’s hard to say when exactly she was conceived. Like many parents-to-be, our studio was eager to decide on her name. There were many scribbled in journals, recorded in voice memos and typed into Google Docs. But this one just kept coming around: karma.
speed
"I think I might be addicted to speed." I said to my manager, as we both kicked back in her office at the end of a day of back-to-back meetings and started catching up on our long queue of neglected emails. "That is entirely possible." She said with a peal of laughter. Speed, the fast pace, not the drug, though it might as well be.
all the possibilities that are me
Twenty minutes into our ride into San Basilio, and I could already feel myself fluffing up, a subtle but unmistakable feeling of the senses reawakening after a long dormancy. I love this place down to the yellow dust that covers my shoes. Work can be thrilling and fulfilling, but it also makes me one-dimensional...