The year sukkai stopped running

The year the sukkai stopped running, a short story It has nearly been eleven years and a month since my twenty-first birthday. I still recall this year's birthday dinner. It was a can of sardines swimming in yellow olive oil, with a couple spears of sweet pickled celery, on a slice of bread that basked in better… Continue reading The year sukkai stopped running

Caught

Like everyone, I use filters. Oh how we adore them. We filter our lives through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. It's fantastic - it's like Sephora, except not just for the female visage - it's for everyone's cyber avatar (which could arguably be a disturbingly independent, distinct identity from its owner). But filtering is more than selectively publishing life… Continue reading Caught