BUSAYO A.

To close out the year, why not do so with a review of a book that is about all of the many wondrous ways that love can exist.

I have matured a lot in this year, but where I am now, I did not get here by accident. Or by “magic” It was through a lot of deliberate work

This year, I touched a bit on how music shapes my creativity. Well, this will be the post where I discuss that even further...

My Art Is My Business

This reminds me of something I read on twitter that says ”No Two Kids Can Have the Same Parents” this is funny, but it is true.

am not sure when my social awakening started.

And I remember that Sunday in particular; it was just like any other restful Sunday. I woke up, with the sun breaking past the cold of 6 am

On Monday of Last Week is a really intriguing piece. The fact that I could relate with this story was one of the reasons I picked it to writ

Many people have experienced this loss – having someone who was so close to you ...what do you do when the fire of that love is just.. lost?

The story is titled Burnt Orange and I started writing it in the very uncomfortable cocoon of the pandemic in 2020.

Is that longing ever even satisfied in us? When we go back to a place we feel at home in, is that longing ever really quenched, or just quie

… for once [or for a change], I am here to report joy.

But the most precious thing that album gave me was a safe harbor on some of the hardest days of my life. I am not sure why...

I finished my ice-cream that random afternoon, dusted off the crumbs from the pastry I had bought with it, and left the restaurant.

I think the reason why those poems helped is very obvious; they show us that we are not alone.

We scrounge around trying different things, or the same thing over and over again and find no rhyme to this world very often.

But really, with this, I am only stopping by, as it were, to give you something to fix you into this moment, get you to pause and remind you

I think about this quote that summarizes things; some years ask questions, others answer them. Maybe this was one of the years that answer

Ideas are what civilizations are built on in the end. But what ideas matter? Which ones lead us towards better?

What is proper art? And how can we work to consider joy within art as worthwhile, as necessary?