Five years
The French girl I was “seeing” came over for a couple of hours on Tuesday evening. “I wanna hear you play the guitar again,” she said; so I did. I stared at my ...
Author: Eduardo Hernández
Writing life crisis
“What’s the point of writing if nobody can understand what you write?” I asked to this 19-year-old Dutch girl, annoyed by her concept of what “good writing” was...
Blah 10: The visitors
“I have to go to the gym,” I say, suddenly standing up from my chair. “This late?” my friend asks. “I’m still in time to pick up my daily free protein shake,” I...
Blah 09: Important
The days go by slowly. Slowly, as well, Anna vanishes from my mind. I won’t text her, because I wouldn’t know what to say after Saturday, and I don’t wanna both...