I want a dog so big that he walks me instead of the other way around. I'm a bit afraid of dogs though. I watch silly movies and am lonely in the most paradoxical way.
New York is arid as always, and sunny. Shanghai, however, has reached the time of the year when you get mosquito bites instead of hickeys on your neck. I have jetlag despite my already messed up sleeping schedule, and an unpleasant back pain because I was not a skillful sleeper on the airplane. I'm wearing… Continue reading HOME
But I love it for no reason.
Carol used to write diaries for three months. The diary was made up of whining, illegible writing, and a considerable amount of profanity as teenage Carol hated her parents for reasons she forgot. It isn’t until recently that Carol discovers her interest in creative writing. Carol writes when she can’t sleep; every time she writes,… Continue reading A STATEMENT
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It was 5 AM in the morning. Carol was eating chicken nuggets when she heard the gunshot. A cold chai latte from Starbucks stood among scattered books and papers because she didn't have a microwave. The room got terribly hot because the air conditioner had been broken since last week. Carol opened the window, and… Continue reading EVERY TIME I WANT TO GO, YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO STAY
He is on the stage; the audience is cheering, and so are the producers and the biographer backstage. His fingers create real magic. Thelonious Monk was an American Jazz pianist and composer famous for his unorthodox approach to music. He was the founder of Bebop and redefined jazz through improvisation. At a gig, he would… Continue reading THELONIOUS MONK’S WRITER’S BLOCK