He looked at the phone in his hands. Had he just left that voicemail? The green screen showed a five minute call to a familiar but nameless number. Shoot. Two months ago in a coffeehouse, she’d said to never contact her again. She’d worn that red and orange floral dress he always loved. She hadn’t… Continue reading After
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I wish I could jump up and grab hold of the fan and have its arms rotate me. Then I could feel connected to its regularity and have a nice breeze on my body.
Oh how we sacrifice those subtle sounds for the protective and dream-like bubble that music blared straight into the ears creates. Silence becomes unbearable as our bodies’ natural rhythms, paled by music’s palpable pulsing, become indiscernible and insufficient. Is the loss worth the gain? Let me whisper you the answer…
Crying when reading Bridge to Terabithia for the first time in an old and massively popular Oxford book store and pausing to savor my uninhibited emotional response while clutching the unpaid for book only to be disrupted by a large group of middle aged Chinese men grabbing books from the Classics section and laughing at… Continue reading Oxford Bookstore
I finally made a PB&J in the ECV dining hall! Up to this point, a sign reading: “When getting peanut butter, PLEASE spread on a plate rather than on bread. Thank you” had been a powerful and anxiety inducing deterrent. I was worried I would forget and the peanut butter applier would contact bread and… Continue reading Peanut Butter and Jelly
Maybe the first mistake was going to lunch at 12:30 – right after my first class let out – when the dining hall is always crowded at any university or college on planet earth. A crowding which normally forces me to shuffle around with food in hand, self-consciously aware that I look friendless to all those… Continue reading Seating monologue