P-chan's messy head
Another three weeks before home, and I’ve already started packing impatiently as if the flight was tomorrow. I guess I can’t wait for another Fascination Street experience. My dreams are bordering on madness; sometimes, they appear so vivid that I tell myself in my dream that it’s only a dream, and I would tell myself Read More …
A dislocated dream in the art world Like reality’s eye seeking escapism Where to go is not what matters For this cage expands in the heart Every keystroke, every footstep Every enunciated word of madness Is perseverance within absurdity P-chan (c) 2011
I dreamed I took my guinea pig, Joey, with me down Fascination Street. I hadn’t seen him since 1996 when he died. I remember how my sister and I watched him convulse, and there was nothing that we could do. Afterwards, we took Joey to the vet only to get a confirmation that he was Read More …
The result is fake, illusory smiles, second-hand smiles with unknown origins. Except, one thing’s for sure – they aren’t mine, despite acting for real. It’s an extraordinary outward appearance that most people are experts at establishing, whereas I’m best at genuinely smiling through my guts with the most confusing tunnel vision. I don’t see the Read More …
To Sid: Oh, thou beautiful May – the month of the Taurus, month of cleansing, purification and new beginnings! No more self-denial and rejection but self-destruction – happy birthday, Sid Vicious. About Rotten: This is one of those days where I like to reminisce about my past (going back twelve years ago), my teenage crush Read More …
The title, borrowed from Nine Inch Nails, has nothing much to do with the novel itself. Throughout the writing process, I was listening to Depeche Mode. Even when I redraft now, I need their music to access my protagonist’s psyche, understand her habits, quirks, and actions. It’s funny writing about someone you’ll never be, and after Read More …
You feel a sudden moment of disgust and don’t know why. You just run your finger across a dusty surface and see the answer right there. You imagine mites feeding off our skin scales. One day they will grow and become the size of mosquitoes or flies. Mosquitoes and flies will become pets that feed Read More …
I have sore eyes from continually staring at the screen, overanalysing words and wondering whether my grammar is correct. If only the grammar dictionary had a little “P-chan’s peculiar grammar”-section… Once I’ve met my deadline, I will ask myself, “What now?” Will I be able to embark on a new story that is not metafiction Read More …
