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Nighttime casts the simple in the role of the sublime, upstaging reality’s part in the production. It was strange enough to experience Taiwan without parents, but to be in the care of a host family, to be exploring a Confucius temple, to be wearing my pajamas, was all too surreal. I naturally associate dreams and […]
This is unedited and drawn from something I made three years ago. I just shit out the past three years. “I am trying to describe the people in our quarter, not for the mere curiosity, but, because they are all part of the story.” George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London Some working […]
Last night was confusing and sober. We spread the word. People looked confused. Memoir forever! Explanations and better pictures of Fred… probably never.
(alternative memoir titles include: My mother was a Dairy Princess and my sister wore combat boots: tales of teen angst in South Dakota or Topher Soup for the Human Soul: a depressing ordeal. My memoir class leads to people talking about Sonya in the abstract.) I think I am skipping tea with a nice English […]