Homesick for Another World
A full short story by Ottessa Moshfegh called Nothing Ever Happens Here
Friends Within The Darkness
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
Dark
Darkness is the lie, A lie only a suburb of the soul can see; Whispering, shuddering darkness, Silent and smooth as night. Engulfing darkness, smothering sharp senses, Claiming fresh cerebral sonnets. Sleep, insanity touches you darkly, “Madness? Nae, tis but a...
The Tale of the Unknown Island
And the sailors, she asked, No one came, as you can see, But did some at least say they would come, she asked, They said there are no more unknown islands and that, even if there were, they weren’t prepared to leave the comfort of their homes and the good life on...