Des Rêves

J’avais des rêves, dont les origines m’installaient aux nuages d’une grande peur tellement impressionnante que tous mes notions du temps, mêmes si elles traversaient sans obstacles du chemin des souvenirs, ne me libéraient pas de la dimension sentimentale d’une petite fille qui ne pourrait pas se permettre à croire à la promesse de son cher…

Into the Light

A continuation of Into the Mirror.   Clutching her legs to the chest is a curious position in which Francine chose to fight for breath. She kept expecting something bad to happen, which was surprisingly not the prospect of dying that had been a recurring and increasingly remarkable source of insomnia since the age of…

Into the Mirror

Before David decided to put his head through the mirror, he paused to scrutinize the reflection of his pale face. His eyes, which no longer took pleasure in appreciating the living daylight—god how deflated the ceremonial observation from his old mistresses “the rings of your eyes remind me of the ripples on Walden lake” suddenly…

Mickey Mouse’s Revelation

MICKEY MOUSE: I meant to write to you, upon receiving your gift. You’re the only one besides my oldest female investor to have given me a nutcracker, but these days I just couldn’t find the time—stacks of documents for proofread sat on the office desk collecting dust. The other day, I had to attend a…

How to solve a problem

In one of the larger suits of Hotel Malak, the 14 of us breathed in amounting silence. However relentless our effort was to propel the discussion into forming its own movement, in rebelling against the recognition that there was no more to be added to existing knowledge of volunteerism than mere reactions to the phenomenon,…

On Top of the Pine-nut Tree

I enjoyed listening to Eliza’s conversations with her husband, whose identity was never publicly revealed to protect his privacy. Subject matters ranged from mundane routines of daily ritual to news of little journalistic value due to its prevalent nature. Nevertheless, her reaction towards reports of family violence was seldom without an immediate outrage, which, deriving…

An Unlikely Romance

“I really enjoy these dumplings,” I gently remarked, yet my chopsticks ceased to advance any further than stirring aimlessly in the bowl. “Are you sure you love them?” Gregory made an exaggeration of his disbelief, his wild gestures forming the basis of justification for ridiculing the apparent inconsistency between the spinach dumplings that barely diminished…

Tea, or Coffee?

I opened up to George about my past in the lobby of Le Meurice, where the preservation of aristocratic rules of social interaction seemed effortless rather than ahistorical. In retrospect, the monologue was more of an enumeration of evidence collected from memory in support of my most recent theory of “what traumatized me and what…

First class with Anderson

To his students, Anderson was seldom seen without a smile in offer of, in his own words, “an unconditional love”. Knowing, however, his habit of calculating profit and loss which was displayed on numerous occasions—promising the rate of return once we choose to enhance our social skills as did one of his students, who immediately…