Blah 16: Not minding
Walking around the Copenhagen airport, killing time before my flight to Paris, I check out the girls in the area. I say to myself “I wouldn’t mind,” every other...
Walking around the Copenhagen airport, killing time before my flight to Paris, I check out the girls in the area. I say to myself “I wouldn’t mind,” every other...
19 years old. Reminds me of that time. “19 + 9,” we used to say. “9 months in the womb and 19 years of your life, jerking off.” Me and my friends were all ninet...
She was an unstoppable force “Leviathan,” I called her in my mind … Unstoppable until she crashed into me. The Writer listens to an old song from Da...
My ass hurts. The price of, seemingly, being normal. Or feeling normal. Or pretending to be normal, to the point in which it doesn’t look as fucking unnatural a...
“I am a man of simple taste who likes complex women.” I’m sitting on the train, the sun hitting my face through the window. Trying not to fall asleep, I look at...
A couple sits a few of meters away from me in the park. The guy seems like a regular, boring Dane. The girl looks generally uninteresting. I look down at my boo...
“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...
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...
“Negative?” I ask, for the third time. The nurse, in her thick Danish accent, sighs and confirms. “Yes. You tested negative for HIV, hepatitis, gonorrhea…...
I brush my teeth and realize that the toothbrush I bought for Anna, the first time she stayed over, is still there on the sink. I sigh. “I’m glad that, for a ch...