Monday, March 31, 2014

april fools

she had those eyebrows that didn't rise. those sly, knowing eyes and half-smile fixed to her lips, cut and paste from daytime tv. young and intelligent and entirely uncharitable, she radiated a quiet inner strength - resilience. she was pretty like you'd find in a hotel advertisement with the beautiful smile and expressionless eyes. she had run out of youth to fuel her dreams. her past was a polaroid, sucked clean of all its promise, faded and poignant; pretty to look at and pinned to her wall, ready to be forgotten - to be dismissed.

Monday, March 24, 2014

atomic bomb

when i think about you i think about new york
and the brooklyn bridge
and all the tourists
saving up to get there
just dying to go home

Friday, March 7, 2014

the new yorker

in the beginning, the universe began to exist for the sake of existing but then things got boring so it proceeded to produce beings supremely incompatible and ill-suited for inhabiting it - beings who desperately crave meaning, who, driven by an uncanny desire for accomplishment and significance, keep trying to understand / furnish / improve / subjugate / destroy it, who continually question their purpose and place in it, who despite their best efforts to make a home of it and carve out a comfortable existential niche for themselves, are more often than not plagued by an unshakeable and profound sense of alienation. the end

Long Revision

 夕食後、ベアは湾のパノラマビューのために4月をエスプラネードに連れて行くことを申し出たが、彼女は翌朝早く空港にいなければならないと言って断った。代わりに、4月は金融街を二分し、川の河口を横断して少し上流のMRT駅に到着できるルートを提案しました。そこで彼らは手入れの行き届いた都...