There is a spike of cold saliva that shoots down my throat as I gulp with a hint of uncertainty. The seams of my hostel pillow are constricted in my fists as my head generously sinks into it’s surface. Like a child, I kick the edge of the mattress and snarl to myself. I had checked into this hostel no more than two days ago - it is simple, clean an...
Read MoreJust like the Fleetwood Mac song, changes can be terrifying - especially when you're so comfortable with the things that you already have and love. Sometimes, I'm definitely guilty of this way of thinking - for example, I've always been a devoted Adobe fan and would never fathom to use any other kind of software when designing visual content. This,...
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