Sep 21, 2013 | Fiction, Short Stories |
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighbourhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Poetry |
i have existed since the beginning. in the heart of industrial machinery where the machines of desire live, trapped, alone and out of control. yes, out of control. in juxtaposition to the remaining years of the twentieth century. and there, snipers prowl the rooftops...
