A Returning Thought on Happiness (2)

The city rose above me as I continued down an unplanned path. More noises ensued, leading me to their familiar sources. A toddler ran up to me and suddenly began to smile. At the height of my knee, he was followed by a woman, her hands waving commands but her whole body begging. Tentatively drawing…

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A Returning Thought on Happiness (1)

At night, when adults consent to rejoice in a city rising on the buried bedrock of memory, children come to the citadel on the edge of daybreak, willing the fall of its mundane fabrics: metaphors of quotidian life mobilized, the world seen through symbols, and their meanings adrift.   * “I am happy when I…

The Fishbowl

He tilted the fishbowl before he could answer the door. The table, flooded, held no water for the goldfish exerting for their precious breaths. The upended world was suddenly full of atmospheric stress. The thoughtless creatures were on the table, in the air, and to the floor. Flatly crucified, they wrestled, their gold outfits furrowed…

The Incredible Story of A Boy

Cameras raised shot-ready, all eyes were on the girl. She wore a face of musing, unnaturally unaffected by an earlier scene of catastrophe from which she was rescued. Withering, the emotions in her eyes became drop of tears that vanished into a trace across her cheeks. A wave from her chest was sent to every…

The Climb

The climb started like a slow death. My cousin believed that her body was born unsuitable for the virtue of chi ku. She walked in a way that depended solely on her legs. “Why do you move so fast?” She begged, without accusing. I counted her steps to gain a sense of progress. Somewhere on…

Becoming R.R (12)

On my way back to the department that night, a wave of madness lurked in constant proximity. The boisterousness at H.R’s house had subsided. In a few hours the inside of the factory would remain an indelible part of memory. Always choose allies over loyalty–take my words. The way he spoke, assuming a kind of…

Breaking the Fourth Wall

My wife left last night. The house began to suffer from the removal of her chattering. This morning, several minutes in the kitchen were spent studying the wall. This quiescent beast and I, we stood facing each other in a passionate duel of silence: its will, advancing ruthlessly to absorb mine, was humiliated by the…

Becoming R.R (11)

That I would never accept H.R’s invitation was part of a suspended belief that disintegrated as did my fist, heretofore knuckled at his door. Prior to this visit I had doubted the sincerity of his proposal. H.R answered after three knocks, his lower lip stretched into a safe spread for the force of an internal…

An Unlikely Comradeship

Once, humans were offered a prompt: Self-Portrait. The prize was eternal emancipation and entrance mandatory. “Actually, it’s about the process”, one contestant finally let go of this line landing cluelessly on my callused ears. Instantly the boisterous planet acted as if its eyes were unveiled, the burden of introspection slowly uplifting. Since the competition I…

Problem of the Unknown

The journalist sat in futility to confirm details with the interrogated unwilling to recall the suffering of their daughter. The living room was well-curtained. The mother corrected the small bent in her back, straightening as if enlisted by a collective awareness against the incriminating act of memory. Her head turned in deference to the father.…