A while ago, I found a sparrow on the cold sidewalk. It had fallen frozen to its death. I felt sorry for it but I kept on walking lest I was late for my appointment. A couple of blocks later I decided to go back and pick it up to see if it was stillContinue reading “Of Feathers That Turned Cold.”
… feels like 1,000 razors slowly cutting through 1 cm of human skin at the same time. So don’t get cold. Buy some gloves and wear them, Irina.
… human behaviour. The girls at the next table have been trying for five minutes to take the perfect selfie. And it’s sort of strange to see two humans trying to strike the perfect pose while looking at a camera phone. It would be rude of me to tell them.
Less than one minute into “Sensitive Skin”: “Why don’t you just shut the fuck up and give me my hormones? Hm?”
Somewhere at a cosy restaurant in South Williamsburg. No, I don’t want to have dinner sitting at the bar just because I am by myself. I deserve a table.