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I’m not quite sure how it’ll end, but I know how it began. Boxes. That’s how you came here. In boxes to be picked up and shipped out, to be stored away until they are needed again. And they are after one thing or another happened. They are dusty from the last time, and as … Continue reading
This is it. That’s what you said four years ago and here you are four years later. You’re dressed in an orange dress shirt and a black gown. The bright collar flows over the grey and purple cape. You’re sure you are wearing the robe wrong: the neck is too tight and the shoulders are … Continue reading
I should probably just show you instead of telling you – I mean, that’s rule one of fiction – but I want to update more regularly, and I had this stored away in my thesis. It’s going up here out of personal interest: I wish to see how many rules of my own I break. … Continue reading
It’s been three years, blog, and sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you weren’t here. I start by lifting my hands from this keyboard. My fingers are stiff and fragile, soft and unused. My left wrist cracks in the air, and I listen to the sound of it breaking into the silence … Continue reading
I am afraid of waking up on April 9. On that date, four years will have come to a close, and I’m scared of losing all of it. After some 20 years of education, I don’t have to go to school anymore. I’m afraid that with the absence of a routine that throbbed on with … Continue reading
I cried on my sweet sixteen. While my parents sang “Happy Birthday” in thick, heavy accents, and lit candles were dancing to the tune of their breaths, and wax began to dripping bit by bit on the bright yellow ice-cream cake, I started to sob. I didn’t mean to nor did I have much of … Continue reading
[An elementary school gymnasium. Pink hearts and red balloons are festooned everywhere. Occasional bubbles float in the air. Frank is sitting alone on a wooden barstool at a table covered in flowers.] Frank: Hi. #1: Hi. Frank. Pleasure meeting you; I’m Frank. #1: Hi Frank. Frank: And your name is? #1: Do you really think … Continue reading
It’s a New Year, though I don’t know much about that. Things happen too quickly nowadays. One moment it’s one year and I’m sipping on a warm beer with a laugh bubbling in my throat; the next, poof – gone just like that. As soon as it came, the year went, and everything goes black. … Continue reading
I’m think I’m starting to get old. I have all the usual signs. First, every day feels the same. I wake. I shower. I eat. I work. I eat. I work. I eat. I work. I sleep. I repeat. Second, I’m tired even when I wake up. Especially when I do. Third, I have to … Continue reading
“The moon looks red tonight.” “What?” “It looks red.” “Where is it?” “Over there.” “There?” “No not there.” “Then where?” “There.” “Oh I see it now.” “And?” “Well…” “Yes?” “It’s most certainly the moon.” “Yes, of course it is. That’s what I’ve already said. But what about it?” “What do you mean?” “Well what does … Continue reading
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