My next birthday is so significant. It is, as Dale’s physician has said, the end of the body that I was born with, and the beginning of the body that I’ve earned. That is why it is so significant. So significant I’d love to celebrate it in my birthday suit.
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I have a photograph of you up on the wall on the right side of my bed. You look tormented, what a good acting you’ve done, but still so handsome. Like a beggar, a random someone said, but that’s how I love it. In real life you look seven times more ordinary. And shy, running […]
After injecting anesthetic on my arm, they started operating on it. I could feel something, but it felt like there was a thick barrier between my arm and their operating devices. This is what it feels like: like reading something written on a sheet of paper lying under hundreds of sheets of transparencies. I can […]
Many years ago, I took this photo with my video camera, and learnt quite a bit about politics.
Thinking of my magnet and my razorblade today, I had a revelation. How they relate to each other is like what the fox said to the little prince. Being attracted so strongly to each other, but pulled back by the strings, they were held in place. As I was waiting to see whether their attraction […]
Cleaning up the kitchen, I couldn’t escape wondering whether it is possible to fall in love with a place. I have many flashes of my past, just me and a place. The way the wind blows, the way the leaves move, the way the sun shines, the way the darkness encapsulates. Looking up to a […]
From this height, I can see the blue skies, the top of the trees, the shaking tram cables, and your heart. You left it here when you crossed the road – remember? – when looking back at me you mouthed goodbye. This is the very intersection from which I stared at the sight of you, […]
Manuel made me a quick tattoo when I visited a few days ago. Apparently it would increase my value, and when I said someone might kidnap me and ask for a ransom just to get this artwork, Manuel said they might even kill me to sell me. Then I thought from then on I should […]
Is it for me that I love him, or is it for him that he loves me? There is no such thing as a union of souls – much like there’s no such thing as a unicorn. Ulysses came home with all his victory and only his dog recognized him, like me. Only that I […]
It is repulsive, really, my desire to rattle. But time decides and spirits grow. Adults become elderly and even pine trees die. When I die, I will count back every single breath, salute every single encounter, and smile at the end of it. I wish for lightness as I can’t seem to not fleet. Night […]