P-chan's messy head
It’s -8°C, and my hands are freezing. This is only the start, which is ok because the leaves will now freeze underneath, and I no longer have to worry about them. I don’t remember how long it takes for them to decompose, but they’ll go eventually. It’s at least 23°C here in Starbucks. My head’s Read More …
Introduction: October 2013: I had two things in mind at VPL that afternoon, which was to continue working on a short story and finish reading The Mind of Mr. Soames. Since the short story wasn’t coming along too well, I procrastinated and read 50 pages of the novel in the communal area on Level 3. Halfway Read More …
I’m sitting inside a local coffee shop, sipping at a large green tea. My period is making me feel nauseated. I figured that ski resorts aren’t really my cup of tea. Why I came up here before snow season? I don’t know. I remember that it was July 1996 when I first visited Whistler. We Read More …
I have had enough of the mountains for now. The change of altitude places me in a state of confusion to which I can’t respond. My perception of time has been stirred. My body hasn’t yet adjusted to the continental climate. The rapid change from hot to cold is new to me. On the other Read More …