Prose
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(In reverse chronological order from now to 1997)
Un Rêve
Pour toute ma vie, j'ai un rêve, seulement un rêve. Bien qu'il y ait beaucoup de gens qui dérivent de rêve en rêve, de renoncer à chacun comme une étoile mourante, j'ai ce rêve qui est créé de chaque ...
Clay Elf
A little elfin man sits in my refrigerator, next to the margarine, and stares out at me. He has been there for over a year - actually over two years, as I had forgotten about him and left him there. I...
Thoughts on the Night
I love the quiet of the night, its silence, when the world stops its turning and for a moment, I feel that all chaos ceases and the peacefulness is undisturbed. I like to use these moments to think, o...
Goodbye
You walk in, I've already gone. I know why you came. You wanted an answer, to seek justification. // How long have I known you? Seems like forever and never at once. So many words shared between us; I w...
Ma Crainte
Il y a un garçon. Il est ma douleur, il est ma crainte. Pour ma cruauté, il a pris ma sécurité. Est-ce que c'est ma faute? Depuis que je l'ai rencontré j'ai perdu. Je ne saurais vous dire comment c'ét...
Songkran Festival - 2001
It is here, on Patphong Road - the sleaziest part of Bangkok - where one appears to find the best imitations of home. Let me explain: // It was the final night of the Songkran festival - the Thai New Ye...
Society - 2050
It is the year 2050, age of power, money, greed, and corruption. It seems there is little room left for humanity. It is as if all this advancement in technology has only served to make our lives more ...
Child
A child sat crying. "What's this," he asks, for he did not know the meaning of his tears. / "Sadness," answered a Voice. / "Or perhaps fear." / "No, no. I feel emptiness, as if I had lost something." / "Is it...
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