I have succumbed to the void. But only by a little bit, and for a little while. The successive departure of friends – and I only maintain a handful, deliberately so – has punched holes in me, each one of them an irredeemable, irreparable, inconsolable shape of a soul. However transient it had been, to … Continue reading Misanthrope Rising, and a Friendship Manifesto
Month: Aug 2018
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It was first known as 'the house', 'my parent's place', 'back there', a cage, my prison. Schoolmates used to ask if they could come by and play, when we walked past my door on their way home. Before I run out of excuses, they stopped asking; soon they stopped sharing that walk with me too, … Continue reading Home
Sunlight tax and parable of the fisherman
I moved into a new apartment this week. A little one-bed room on the ground floor where grasses grow, and snails reside, cozy and resolute. A south-facing suite on the fifth floors in my building costs at least 1/3rd more, the pent house suite is double, even though the layout is identical. Based on the … Continue reading Sunlight tax and parable of the fisherman
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