FABLE FACTORY

FABLE FACTORY

The Last Few Fries

The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.

1y ago

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Love will live

Or will you bloom into a new life with me? 

1y ago

Fable Factory / Storytellers

“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”

1y ago

Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel

I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.

1y ago

Death of a novelist

The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Blurry artwork

It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.

1y ago

So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

1y ago

The Last Few Fries

The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.

1y ago

Love will live

Or will you bloom into a new life with me? 

1y ago

Storytellers

“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”

1y ago

Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

1y ago

Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel

I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.

1y ago

Death of a novelist

The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.

1y ago

Blurry artwork

It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.

1y ago

Droplets of eternity

Dissipated, my thoughts wander finally taking refuge in sleep.

1y ago

Upside Down world

The sun goes down every day when it’s meant to be

1y ago