The moral sense in mortals is the duty / We have to pay on mortal sense of beauty
At eleven thirty my mother calls my name from the living room. The rise and dip of the E resting into the guttural peace of the A, this Emma, Eeeeeeeemmaaaaaaa, Eeeehmuhhh, if anything, this name means home to me, but only ever when taken from her mouth.
I go and find a room lit by a television [...]
What I Talk About When I Talk About Books.
There are three bookstores here in Valencia that I like. The first is our local Fnac (though only the lefthand corner of the upper echelon of any Fnac is dedicated to literary pursuits), the second a Mom & Pop place called KandA and the third the quaintly, if somewhat mundanely, named Casa del Llibre in [...]
Licorice Tea And A Canvas Painted Entirely In Green.
And so I am home and camp was a million different kinds of brilliant, and star-gazing in a waterless lake and falling hard and fast and mad in love with writing, all over again. But I am home again, and I’ve to work.
In fact, today was the first day of my summer internship, and on [...]
Okay, Rocky Song Time: Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.
Today I attempted to look tough. I donned my most no-nonsense outfit (which actual no-nonsense people would say is not very no-nonsense, especially considering it was purchased in a chic shopping mall, but how’s about we let that one go) and stood in a strategically dimmed corridor in front of the most robust mirror in [...]
I WAS JUST INFORMED THAT JOSÉ SARAMAGO HAS PASSED AWAY.
I’m terrified to no longer be sharing air with José Saramago, like somehow it’s not as pure anymore.
“Blindness” is one the greatest things that’s ever happened to me. When I finished it I spent a few days fantasizing about sending Saramago a letter, which I never did. It would probably have been a useless endeavor anyway, what [...]
A Contrary Metamorphosis.
How do human tissues react to the passage of time? How much of my anatomy has stayed intact? If I weighed six kilos at birth and at present weigh several times that, what parts of my original body have remained? What parts have formed along the way?
When I look at my foot I do not [...]
Reasons #161 Through #168 Life Works.
At three thirty, two hours before I am due home, my desk partner begins investigating a strange smell emanating from his backpack. We are in Math class, and I am finding it difficult to pay attention to functions when he’s got the bag on the table, and his entire upper body stuck in it.
After a [...]
Bipolar Part 3 of ∞
I hate the look, feel and sound of my mother’s crying. It’s not so much the implications as the act itself: ugly, rolling down in fat, butchered sweeps. She looks younger than ever when she cries, as much as twenty years younger. Perhaps I am so affected by her crying because it shows me the [...]
No. 2 Pencil, Check!
How absolutely perfect that my SAT test date (SATURDAY) coincides exactly with my menstrual cycle.
Thanks, universe.
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Amorous Postulates, Or, Stalking With The Scientific Method.
(a) Upon sensing the presence of the subject within the immediate vicinity, the following bio feedback is registered: acute feelings of abdominal discomfort (somewhat akin to moderate indigestion), slight nausea, lightheadedness, accelerated arterial palpitations, excessive perspiration and exaggerated sensitivity to environs. The simultaneous and involuntary manifestation of these symptoms when observing a specific individual is known to the [...]
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