P-chan's messy head
(extract from chapter 11) I’ve been running the six-mile route counterclockwise starting from the hospital – past Harlem Hill, the Jacky Kennedy reservoir and The Lake. Now I find myself at the Columbus Circle, which means I have left the runner’s loop. Completely out of focus, I look at my watch, which has stopped ticking Read More …
She was eating the skin around her finger. The TV in the waiting room was reporting a New Year’s rape that took place in Sydney. New Year’s was seven hours ago in Australia. As a kid, she used to think that people in Australia were in the future, and one had to travel through different Read More …
Craving a Scotch, he enters O’Malley’s bar late at night. Walking past the sign saying, “Sorrow can swim,” he attempts to build a descending surface above the water by setting an image of the sky crashing down. There are people in the world whose imaginations are so strong they could kill. But going insane is 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 …
The relationship lasted for seven years. She used to be a very dominant woman who got jealous whenever he chose his friends over her. It’s not clear to me how it fell apart in the end because I never asked, and I probably never will. Instead, I fill my head with possible familiar events because 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 betraying the ox, the cat and abusing the elephant, he doesn’t Read More …
I have always been an ordinary guy who appreciates simple things. My dad used to say a man’s intelligence was defined by his plan of action. His deeds should facilitate the human condition and enable progress. My childhood dreams were primarily highlighted by my interests in comics and science fiction. Superman was more of a Read More …
You can always switch sadness to loathing to appear stronger and less pathetic. It depends on your personal preference. But let me tell you that I choose to loathe something because it gives me creative energy. Why would you want to be weak if you could dominate? No matter how high the bars were set, Read More …
I miss you so much. The more I enhance your existence by immersing in your architectural dimension (that I created), the more I feel alive. If only I had more time. I know this sentiment is mutual, but you are holier than I’ll ever be–more intelligent, more reserved. And since I’ve been reluctantly taking steps 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 …
