P-chan's messy head
Two more friends will be leaving London in the next few months, most likely for good. So I’m just sitting here, thinking, why shouldn’t I? Maybe I’m scared. Maybe I want to save up and get more prepared. Maybe I like my independence. It doesn’t matter; it will happen sooner or later. All those lies Read More …
Dear diary, I knew many years ago I used to address you like that because I didn’t know who I was talking to, and neither do I know now. At some point, when I was a smitten teenager, I used to address boys in my diaries, boys that I never approached. It was my only Read More …
Reality bit—a little too deeply. The current confusion of this chapter doesn’t seem to have a suitable closure. The evident pain and discomfort, however, are self-inflicted and the result of letting a range of little trivial pieces of happiness affect the heart, despite the meaninglessness. And during this episode, your mind’s foot kicks violently against Read More …
Maybe I’ve changed my mind and want to go to Argentina instead—go down the Devil’s Throat for cleansing. Detachment at its best. I’m looking for a place to appropriately excise this inner heat. I have heat to give away, anyone? Why would you need it, it’s almost summer… If you know any other healthy channel Read More …
It seems like the snake has laid eyes on the rat this year. Unfortunately, the rat is vulnerable, obtuse and disoriented right now. But he’s less likely to be the first to give up. No matter how tired he’ll bite his way through. After cheating the ox, the cat and abusing the elephant, he doesn’t Read More …