In Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa wakes up only to realize he is now living as a giant insect, his life immediately overturned without warning or foreboding. I guess these two pieces have more in common than I thought then, since my life—though not as ridiculous as that of Samsa’s—was also thwarted into an unpredictable trajectory this year…
As the devastating year of 2020 draws to an end, here are some things I hope you’ll have achieved when you read this a year from now…
A willow is only a tree, its beauty and sophistication unappreciated until it is cradled by the wind. It just so happens Taylor Swift is that gust of wind…
In an accident, Beth Harmon loses her mother and is sent to an orphanage where she learns chess under the tutelage of Mr. Shaibel, the janitor. Upon ingesting sedatives before bed, hallucinations take shape of chess pieces on the ceiling of her dormitory, allowing her to mentally recreate games. Just like that, under the dusty ceiling of a dimly moonlit room, a chess prodigy was born—a riveting tale of a genius who uses chess to keep her sanity in check.
As I stared out into the expanding abyss of black and homeless debris, I see the planet, looking carved of wood, the birthchild of a cosmic woodworker stowed away from prying eyes, for his works have to be done in silence and blindness to achieve the utmost greatness.
Police brutality and abuse of authoritative power is a tale we are all too familiar with, given the happenings of this year. We have previously discussed how police brutality is a rudimentary problem in the system of the United States, but today, let us pan our attention over to the African country that sits on the Gulf of Guinea.
happy birthday, kiddo. it’s only going to get tougher from here on out, but don’t worry—you get tougher too.
Everyone is apt to classify Medusa as the archetypal scornful creature whose gaze can petrify any mortal into stone. Naturally, people assume that Medusa has done something unforgivable to be cursed as such. She desecrated the temple of Athena, of course she should be punished, right? Wrong.
Just as your eyes were about to close completely, you see a permanent shine of light. There it stood in the middle of the pitch black sea, and you fixate upon it—the golden arches. You scramble to sit up straight, eager for a clearer glimpse for fear that your eyes had tricked you, but there they were—unmoving, shining warmly in the dead of winter, welcoming you home.
the last stretch of daylight vanishes succinctly
like a violinist behind a fallen curtain
the dark rises and trickles overhead
‘unknown’ is what we know for certain