Self-Perception Gap
It happened by chance.
Warped and Torn
It happened by chance.
The blind taught me how to see, the deaf how to listen, and the misunderstood how to understand.
And England went on, that land of Queens and Jesters, who conquered and betrayed, who stole and gave, and pillaged and ploughed and made it all the same. And England went on, that nation who remains, who stood fast in the face of horror, blown to bits but resolved to endeavour, yet never did share its splendour. And England went on, that nation of discoverers, who bled and burned for truth, who…
I’ve taken a lot of time away from prose writing in the last few months. I’ve written some philosophy, but my soul is telling me it’s, to one degree or another, a bit of a waste of my time.
我是学习中文— 这个是不易.
Today my new story—my debut story!—finally hits the, erm, virtual shelves? And I can’t quite believe it’s here. The odd thing is it isn’t science fiction. The story sits in a genre I can’t seem to escape from, one that I guess you’d call philosophical fiction.
I’m currently sitting in my hotel room, on my rather large bed, with an electric fan going back and forth blowing the heat about. I’m tired, confused, and feeling a little hopeless.
What a pleasure it is for the sun to wake me through crooked blinds, for the cat to leave throw-up on the carpet, for the tiny bites on my toes!
I said it was hers.
Greg and I sit in a smoky bar. I offer him a cigarette and he declines, telling me, “I gave up smoking on my 30th birthday. I’d recently taken up boxing, and the two were incompatible.” He goes on to tell me he doesn’t mind my smoking, and that it reminds him of days long gone.