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New Lil Dojo
Party at 6、 It was the only whisper at college today. Most of the girls ran off in the mid-noon break calling ceasefire on lectures as they were going to be late for dresser appointments. I was counting till the clock hit two. It was another kind of mission today. The batch party was organized at 6 today and Lil Dojo was going to sing tonight! As the clock ticked 2, we flew off like free bees, walking ecstatically towards the gate and off. I had to get home with Treen and then eat, wash off, prep and be off to our appointments as soon as possible. We were supposed to be at their before the gu...
Funny Kid
I was a funny kid. I think my mother hated how funny I was. I almost had her once, her lips split open like a ripe watermelon, she almost laughed. Funny. ⧫Dead light in a dead room with dead people, a swarming fugue of blank eyes—they dart into small crevices of computer screens; hidden from sight. White shirts, white tiles, white between the eyes— reverberating in unison; our bodies filled with tepid water. Managers and employees, all consuming cheap, burnt, ancient coffee out of unwashed mugs. For the rest of the day, days, and months, not a single thought will evoke its own humanity—inste...
Atlas Rises
It was December 2066、 It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I was 14 years old and my mother was driving me to my father’s house in rural Wisconsin, outside of Madison. There was no way I was going to spend the obligatory Gift Exchange and New Year’s holidays with him again. Last year instead of getting me presents, he smashed my guitar against the fireplace then put the mangled remains of it as well as the notebook where I kept my musical scribblings into the burning hearth. “That’s about as good a use as you’re going to get of those things, Abbey Zhang,” he had s...
Banana, Bacon
Walk down to the Museum of Natural History, then take the subway to Columbus Circle.Eddie could hear his mother’s voice in his mind as clear as if she were speaking to him now, even though he hadn’t spoken to her for years.Make sure you take the A train to Columbus.No, that wasn’t quite right.Make sure you take the B train to Columbus.Which one was it? He strained his mind, trying to remember. This was a trip he made nearly daily as a kid, but 15 years is long enough to forget even the most important facts. He was already forgetting the smell of the deli across the street, and thewww.onedoor.cc taste of the...