February 2012
5 posts
Middle Ground
He said, “Wear blue. It’ll make it better.”
I knew he was laughing at me, but I actually considered it. I thought about it for a long time, but I did not wear blue to the party. I wore an ugly colour that was not blue or green all the way, but sitting somewhere squeamishly in the middle. I wore it, and maybe it was the sickly colour that made me lose my appetite because I did...
Loyalties
blue like the sky is blue absolute motionless but on some days a drawn out gradient resisting itself elongating hesitating
Procedure for the Cultivation of Love
You must dissolve your love in a container. It can be anything: a vial, a glass, or test tube filled with water (or whatever goes down your throat the easiest). You will have to stir it until no trace of it remains — no visible sign of it, no sensation of its grains mixing along with your stirring stick. You must not mix it too quickly; the trick is gradually letting it disappear so that...
What I Do When I Am Not Here →
The Disappearing Act
He wonders how he did not see it in the slant of her shoulders or the hollow of her back. She had always been a slip-through-the-cracks kind of girl, but he never imagined that she would ever sink all the way to the other side. He had seen her walk to the end of numerous corridors, and wondered where each farewell would take her. Nobdy had expected her to evaporate the final time that she looked...