Tom the Boy
Andrew looked at Kate as if she were new. He had never noticed the tiny freckles of light grey in her hazel eyes, but now this seemed to be the only attractive thing about her. The pores of her nose and cheeks were bigger than usual, oil issued freely from them. The hairs of her eyebrows was uncombed and dandruff flakes hid beneath. Her nostrils moved more than usual, they snorted at him. “Go fuck yourself,” she said. “You’re just going to dump me? Just like that?” The whites of her eyes were etched with sprawling red lines. Andrew did ...
An Aleph is a point in space that contains all other points. Anyone who gazes into it can see everything in the universe. For instance: a silvery spiderweb at the center of a black pyramid, a broken labyrinth (London), endless eyes, all very close, studying themselves in you as though in a mirror, all the mirrors on the planet (and none of them reflecting yourself). An Aleph allows you to see everything, from every angle simultaneously, without distortion, overlapping or confusion. If found, it is advised that one avoids an Aleph. On an unrelated note, here is a Salvador Dali ...
First of all, I’ve always had my reservations with blogging. My initial thoughts are: who’s going to care? and what do I have to say? It’s like when someone demands that you tell a joke, a funny joke, immediately. And it seems just a little narcisistic, doesn’t it? Am I as ficticious as a literary hero? Perhaps, but unfortunately not as heroic or truthful. How does one adequately represent him/her self via the internet? Do I have a responsibility to do so? I don’t imagine that anyone will read this who is not already my friend, so I’m not even ...