Is it true? Is it not? Does it matter?
An identity story.
A short story of hopeful expectations
Whether you do believe in God or you firmly reject the existence of one, you’d do well not to ape the intolerant behaviour of your polar…
A short story about mortality.
A short story about architecture.
Rickie Lee Jones’ Satellites, those three syllables.
and why you’re a kind of a hypocritical jerk.
Já passava da uma da manhã e eles ainda conversavam animadamente, como se fossem velhos amigos em uma roda de bar, mas a verdade é que eram…
For my first Medium post, I wanted to do something I’d never done before: Write a rap. True to my lyfe. Complete with bravado.
The multipurpose room of the Chinese for Christ Church in Berkeley, California had all the elements of what a non-denominational Chinese…
Valve are trying to do for gaming, what Google did for cloud computing.
And the tortured contradiction of being human
some days we talk about the people who died
Ele não se lembrava mais como tudo começou, mas se lembrava que todo o sábado era a mesma coisa.
One year ago, I decided to quit my job. Back then, I had no backup plans, so quitting my job meant finding a new one.
It starts with t-shirts. They take up six cubes of an IKEA Expedit shelving unit.
Quando cheguei na biblioteca a Lilian estava sentada onde sempre ficava: mesa dupla ao lado da prateleira de sci-fi.
Joe had been disappointed his whole life. He was the kind of fellow to take an umbrella everyday and the one day he left it at home, he…
She’d never, before this moment, been alone in his room.
urgent notice, as if eared
he returns from the road.
she’s reading on the settee.
What to expect when doing business with perfectionism
This is why I don’t smoke things…
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