It used to be fun to up and about when everyone is in deep slumber. when i was still a kid, if midnight catches me awake, i’d spend hours reading, or doing just about anything that comes to my mind. imagine how liberating it was: everyone was trapped in their dreams, running after what they … Continue reading »
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The thing about storms (what really happened on august 26, 2004)
Waking up in the middle of a storm reminds me of the wonderful chaos of drums. It is as pleasantly confusing as a parade: you don’t know where you are, you feel the noise in your skin, you feel the urge to do everything all at once. You don’t even know if it’s morning already, … Continue reading »
Singularity
Every night my bed grows wide. Sometimes I’m happy about it, sometimes I feel obliged to map out the loneliness of its geography. There are nights when it becomes a vast continent of yearning. During such nights, I travel the length of its darkness, discovering along the way imprints of familiar warmth. Its emptiness contains … Continue reading »
The Heron Woman*
Once, a poor fisherman saved a wounded bird from dying in winter. The kind fisherman took care of her until her broken wing mended. Throughout the time of healing, the bird came to trust the fisherman’s pure and simple heart. When she could finally move her wings to fly, she decided to transform herself into … Continue reading »
