P-chan's messy head
You can disappear now.
It’s ten to seven, and I’m sitting inside the greyhound station restaurant once again. My nose is fucking blocked, and I’m sipping the honey & lemon tea that doesn’t taste like honey at all. My hair has gone all static and won’t stop falling out; I’ve never had such thin hair in my life. Using Read More …
I read somewhere that grey is the only possible equivalent for indifference. It also removes all feeling and shape. Is there a chance to refer grey to neutrality instead of indifference? I admire black and white thinking in terms of personal principles, attitudes and values, but this kind of thinking has no capacity for compromises. Read More …
Their father just bought them two mini Jugo juices. Judging by their wet hair, they must’ve been swimming. I can’t figure out if the smallest one is a boy or a girl; its blonde curls make me think of a boy. The older one is a girl. I think she’s drinking a strawberry smoothie. Both Read More …
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 …
I’m still losing a handful of hair. It makes me no longer want to run my fingers through it. Priorin is taking too long to take effect; it’s also supposed to regulate my hormones, but I feel no different. The first line of “The Travelers” goes I think I’m happy on a green autumn day. Read More …
This is Day 6, but it feels like I’ve been here a lot longer. I’ve made myself at home rather fast. In fact, when I arrived in Calgary, Alberta, I knew that it was going to be good. It’s not optimism; I just knew. That’s all. Elderly ladies with cowboy hats warmly welcomed me at Read More …
Maybe that will provide more oxygen for my lungs. I used to be able to meditate for at least 20 minutes, now I only manage five minutes. My fingers want to grab for the rescue drops or a cigarette, but I decided against it. It’s not easy. I usually skip the song “The day the Read More …
