Here it comes again. A small mountain of water shatters against the tubular walls of this seemingly fragile structure. I can barely enjoy my cup of steaming tea in this mayhem as it spills all around the edges. I just know that this tumultuous night will be memorable. I anticipate the strife and the grief. But no matter, no matter, I better focus on the task at hand… I wipe my tea-moist hand on th...

The light is dimming by the minute. I notice it makes the swelling sky ever more impenetrable. Darkness seems so eager to devour everything…

“I said, I’m really gonna miss you”, she almost whispers. I realise I wasn’t quite listening. It’s just the two of us in this big empty parking lot.

“Now now, let’s not get carried away, shall we? I’ll only be away for a couple of months. No big deal!”, I say...

Another day, rush hour rushes through your veins. Makes your blood boil. Inch by painful inch, not one thing that has met your throbbing stare remains uncursed. You are desperately late.

Running late, always running late: the austere eye of a traffic light pierces through the moist graphite six fifteen am atmosphere, streaking everything in its gaze in sunset vibes. There’s nothing poetic about i...

It’s pitch black, but darkness extends your aural terrain. If you stop breathing, faint squelching sounds tingle your eardrums in the space between your heartbeats. You: sweat-drenched, bloodstained, wild-eyed. Now: seemingly calm in the spine-chilling realisation that you’re no longer alone. And that your hideout has now become a death trap, as the squelching sounds now match the rhythm of your h...

His eyes are transfixed, buoys in an ocean of possibilities, floating in the murky depths of his cowl. You can’t help feeling a bit smug as you say, “Where I found it should be none of your concern, friend. But not to worry, you can have it for the right price”. This last word awakens your interlocutor from his trance. Suddenly, a meaningful link forms between eyes and hands. Yes, ownership! He se...

Jittery. Photogram. Frame. I. Click. Through. Space. Again. I zoom out, and time unrolls infinitely. Each nanosecond cinematised, shot by shot. Until I’m trapped in a single frame.

Beat beat. Pause. Beat beat. Pause. My heart alone now keeps up with the fading echo of a song just a moment ago blaring out of a floor speaker. Beat beat. Pause. Gold chains suspended over necks of bodies hanging mid...

It had all started with a sock. One bright mid-afternoon, a warm breeze tenderly caressing the curtains, while dust motes leisurely swam in the golden light. The room, a perfect mirror of your inner landscape. Everything, in the right place. Until you noticed that something wasn’t: your peripheral vision had caught a tiny dark figure gingerly making its way under your bed, carrying one of the two ...

His head hit the cushion. He was so tired, but behind his eyelids he could still see scenes from this crazy day. A day still so far away from its resolution.

But time was almost up. Outside, the world was the usual faded orange haze of sun rays filtering through restless dust. Swirling tumbleweeds disappeared in the golden blur as he spied through the slatted steel blinds. The hostage gave a whim...

Who the fuck wears clown shoes at a funeral? Now, explain it to me. Not just regular oversized ones, no no no, they’re extra oversized. He can barely walk in these, and he enjoys it! These bulging violent red shoes stepping on every toe, making ridiculous squeaky sounds at every step. He’s so pleased with it all! And of course, he’s glued a moustache on the front of each show, says they make him c...

They were not like us, they were so calm, so emotionless, so methodical, so accurate. Their ruthlessness lacked violence, will, desire. We always were means to an end for them: objects to shift, deposit, cull. For a while, this was so utterly shocking to us, a paralysing effect that turned us into those very objects from inside out. And inch by cruel inch the world finally became the clockwork soc...