Archive | November, 2012

US. them.

9 Nov

Grandpa is denying the dynamism of history. He feels his version of the truth (a past full of heavily qualified realities and stunning mirages) is slipping away, and the “others” are creating unnatural, foreign things. Grandpa is deploring them, hiding and running from them. He is afraid because his theories on what was, is, and will be are not selling anymore; they’re not even being considered. He refuses this change, all of it.


the escalator

5 Nov

The surest way to submit yourself to the choking darkness that has no proportion or purpose is by comparing your privilege to that of others. You will always find a better. The surest way to lift yourself from those dark depths is by comparing your pain to that of others. You will always find a heavier cross on a back more bruised than yours, and in that moment, you will also find your blessings.

they feel sorry for you

2 Nov

He shook the ATM as if pleading that it change its mind. He bowed his head, swallowed a sob, and started shuffling over to the store. His coins were noisy. By his fourth step he heard an electronic jarring as the ATM started vomiting cash on the ground, so he fell to his knees to scoop it up. A snickering gust pulled all monies away from him and into the expanding air, and he just stayed there, kneeling in surrender.

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