A poetic meditation on ephemerality
On the Edge of Something
people are polite to me when they want my money toosome compliments are pickled…
As Yuuki walked along Shibuya Crossing, a feeling washed over him, almost throwing him off balance. It took…
Aaron was beautiful. Women would exclaim it and then cover their mouths in embarrassment. Even some guys would tell him…
“Are you a superhero?” the snotty boy with a thin film of dayglo popsicle on his face, asks.
I walk a thin line.
Australians wear thongs, and not just at the beach. I know what you’re thinking, just how would I…