Badland

“The world is not made up of atoms; it’s made up of stories.” — Muriel Rukeyser ‘A week? A whole damn week?’ she complained. That wasn’t what she had planned for. Then again, it wasn’t her who planned it in the first place. Rolling her eyes at the sudden, unpleasant thought, she walked slowly across the room, towards the window. [...]

Nothing Is Ever the Same As They Said It Was

The street shines glossy black after the rain. Pavement cafés are crowded, and vehicles hiss by – their roars constantly approaching, breaking, receding. I watch them holding my breath, forgetting to blink. I am alert, but null. The restlessness of the city mirrors mine tonight, and slowly tempers it. I've always enjoyed lights, noises, explosions. They came to … Continue reading Nothing Is Ever the Same As They Said It Was