Wrinkly soul

I drink my mint tea in the comfort of my room, enjoying the temporary tranquility of nothingness. There is an absence of people, of things, of stress and desires. I sip the hot water and plunge into an inner debate about why the world works the way it does. Life


Where’s your ring, honey? Forgive me; I can be a bit prudish sometimes. You did just casually forget it, among other unimportant things. Why is it slipping off our fingers when we try to hold hands — rarely? I don’t know if it fits anymore. Your world grew, and

The bane of the theoretical

It's 4 am, and I'm staring at the bright rectangle of artificial light on the wall. Thousands of tiny points are exploding in my brain. I'm contemplating the wasted energy and heat it takes for my brain to fall into the abyss of self-doubt. Why did I fail my job


Stop counting the steps. Stop counting the days. Stop counting the hours. Stop counting the messages. Stop counting the emails. Stop counting the words. Stop counting the meters. Stop counting the dollars. Stop counting the points. Stop counting. Stop stopping.

Gripping mass

“Man up!” I tell myself every other day as I enter the dimly lit basement of a nearby supermarket. The plastic doors and cheap gray tile stairs scream “ex-Soviet country” back at the American pop blasting through my headphones. I descend further, mentally preparing myself for the routine. A mix