He realized that he had been waking up in strange places with a mighty headache and minimal recollection of how he ended up in said place somewhat frequently lately...no, that not what...God, there was a much better way to describe his current predicament, huh? This time, there was no blinding heat or dancing lights from … Continue reading 1.0: Waking Up
The mother urged him to breathe, he saw a spark in the distance, “Time to remember, Icar.” And the spark grew until it swallowed him whole.
Once upon the time, there’s a doctor with a machete. He’s proud of his blade, but not his trade, for to him all doctors are shitty. “Dishonest, lying, kiss ups, corrupt, their handwritings are so bad!” He wave his machete in emphasis, and off his patient’s head. With patients gone, his mood soiled, he would … Continue reading The Doctor with a Machete
I saw him first, that ball of fur, spot of sunlight entangled in a happy play fight of meowling delight. He grabbed me first, those stormy eyes, specks of gold midst ocean mists. Then its toes, pink bean toes, so bold. He held me with its pink bold toes, nudged, meowed. I melt. So we … Continue reading New Family
There are many evils in this world, differing in severity. This is just a thought that spawns when I go jogging. As a scientist, I am obliged to find a pattern; as a human, I am obliged to weep, be saddened. My thoughts become muddled with each step, sneakers crushing fallen jacarandas and dodging confused … Continue reading A Root of Evil
It was supposed to be a normal hangout: what were two students trapped in a suburb supposed to do besides getting food and pretending that we still live in a place where we could walk to cafes in busy college towns by getting coffee. We continued our previous meandering, probably still intrigued by the messes … Continue reading Latte Rorschach
And so, another notebook’s filled, yet I am not fulfilled. Those binded leaves have more scrapped than used and missed. Whatever it is, I mark the end of these things as remarkable periods. The next may not be better, but will be different. The spine yet to be broken in, the pages tinged with the … Continue reading Another Notebook Filled