Glissade

Heartbreak is painful, sure, I believe. But have you ever plugged your phone at night with the conviction it’d be completely charged by dawn, and when morning greets you like a curtsying teenager, you find out it’s exactly at the point you left it the previous night, unmoved and unshaken like mount Kilimanjaro?And what’s worse …

Don’t be naïve. Since when have I told you I’ve stopped scamming? He knows about me.

He struts in front of us, clutching his bible under one arm and beating the air with his other hand. He tells us not to be weary, that in due season we will reap the rewards of our faith. Amid the gathering, three people pump their fists in the air. Yes, lord! Tell them, sir! …

After the ambush you still hear whispers of his songs

We will forget the death that now stinks up the city centre, dark hallways into the doors of offices

Apropos of writing an essay on the experience of plodding through a difficult time in my life, I have been thinking about what suffering means for the artist. The process of writing that essay, as one would expect, was a dark affair layered with distress and pain. I wrote in spurts, never steadily, as both …

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