Fiction
I’m Extremely Happy
For hours, I sat in a lonely, freezing office, waiting for my phone to ring, but it never did. Being alone in the grave is death, and being alone above is life. It’s a lonely life, filled by lonely people who are too arrogant to recognize their loneliness. ……… READ MORE
Are We Really Alive?
In the metropolises where the cars were faster than the winds, I asked my friend “Are we really alive?”
He was so focused on steering the car and all I was wondering if we were meant to live in a place like this, where we have to breathe smoke and eat dirt every day. He gave me a brief glance before averting his gaze. He said, “Stop being crazy.” ….. READ MORE