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...
Feb 27, 2013 | Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
Wake up with your head on the passenger next to you… The fantasy of the person you love Is a ghost. Nothing of life manifests In the fantasy of the person you love. No sweat or disagreement or delight Will complicate your imaginings. And so how poor a reflection of...
