As a wildly vivid erotic dream with an Asian-looking female writer fades away from my memory, I sit on my couch and watch Netflix. I mean, more like Netflix is a background noise that makes using Tinder a bit less pathetic and, at the same time, resembles -somewhat- an activity. Because we gotta do something…
Read moreI was made for greatness, but I wasn’t made great. I was born for glory, yet there’s no glory on being born; simply a small victory in staying alive just another day. Although breathing is no triumph in itself, and living is as obvious as how purposeless our existence is. Or maybe it’s only my…
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August 27th, 2016. 11:39am. Subject: Four years already. Hi C, It’s been so long since our breakup, that writing to you wasn’t a possibility anymore. Yet, these four years are enough time to be able to look at everything from a certain distance, with objectivity. For that reason, and maybe a few more, I’m writing…
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We sat on the bathroom floor and let the warm shower water fall upon us, like a heavy rain. I held her and she put her head on my shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you,” I said. “I’m gonna miss you too,” she replied. We kissed. We went to bed. We fucked. At 4am I got…
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I donated sperm in a fertility clinic a few days ago. And, let me tell you: there is a certain sense of satisfaction, or empowerment even, when you get an email from them saying that your sample is “okay.” And when you write them back asking “okay how?”, and they respond “better than normal,” you…
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