ADAM BEZAAR

A personal thought diary

4/28/25 Empty Seats, Dark Theatre

I find it strange. More and more people trying to be seen, to be remembered. Chasing fame, chasing a legacy. I do not understand it. Why...

“Why have you changed?” my mom asked during one of our occasional WhatsApp calls. It seemed like an innocuous question at first, but it...

My life is filled with regrets. It’s filled with the realisation (oh, too conscious a realisation) of just how deeply regrets permeate...