P-chan's messy head
A busy life. The signs manifest in a series of events to which you’re not given enough time to react. My thoughts are elsewhere. I’ve been embellishing my protagonist’s sex life, for it’s time to concentrate on the whole concept of desire. Where does it come from, and where do you want it to go? Read More …
At home, I tighten the tourniquet around my arm. My median cubital vein is always visible, which makes blood tests easy. What I like about needles and syringes are the sloping holes; they look menacing and remind me of Dad’s bamboo stick sword. He used to keep it in the living room as decoration. When Read More …
In reality, I am an American surgeon from New York. I’m a general surgeon specializing in cardiothoracic surgery. If I can’t mend my own heart, I shall mend those of others. Maybe then I will feel a little bit better. Surgery is a form of healing that you can grasp; there’s a body that you Read More …
I even write in my dreams to give myself little indicators of where I am and what is real and physical. When my room was flooded with dirty rainwater, I realized that it wasn’t real; it was the inner struggle to resist temptation – a sense of foreboding that unpleasant things would occur—those kinds of Read More …