Lying dormant for years, my fountain pen has lost its ability to inspire me to transcend all the rubicons of corporeality. I used to believe that, once baptised continue reading
What can’t I see?
When I was young, I used to read novels. I read a lot. And then I stopped. Probably because I wished for something more, something better, something real.continue reading
lost on the run
i do not remember if i was young for long, if i had a teddy bear, or if i was afraid of the monsters under the bed. ... continue reading