The Review 

Every swan dreams of a beautiful death—but the real tragedy is that she must choose between being perfect and being whole.

Love, like the Basilica of San Clemente, does not vanish—it settles beneath us, layered with time, waiting to be unearthed.

Would Shakespeare’s exploration of female autonomy have taken a different trajectory had the Bard been a woman?

Is Socratic irony demeaning or defining? Socrates' feigned ignorance humbles yet sharpens minds, questioning the fragile nature of truth.

Akin to perfection, satisfaction is another craving that lives in the depths of my soul—an insatiable hunger that knows no bounds. Being...

Perfectionism —A thread that often weaves its way through our lives, leaving behind a trail of shattered dreams and unfulfilled...