I’m a strange fellow. My behavior is even more strange. I was told that once I have happiness, I must chuck it – throw it all away. Instantly, with celerity and alacrity. Oh! No, St. John’s was not happiness. I did chuck it, but because it was something that I thought I wanted to be;…

At a young age, I was already on the right path, so said the adults. Yes, I was on the path to becoming a good Christian. Even before the ‘approved’ age, I had memorized the endless litany of prayers. I had learnt them from listening to the older children chanting them ad nauseum. It was…

The last few nights, I have slumbered amidst books; felt their superficies upon my naked feet, their unfelt pokes, summons to action. I have yet to learn to master the art of thinking with my feet – it is more honest, more sincere …. more real. But I cannot respond; I am dead. I do…

I have never been good at anything, nor am I ‘gifted’. I do have ‘potential’, but who doesn’t? So I try to trascend this peculiar state of inaction, to actualize this ‘potential’, a word that stings my very being. I read – though I am not very good at it – in order to be…

As I grow older, I realize that my homosexuality is not the typical one, i.e., a homosexuality predicated on the notion of it being a lifestyle. In fact, with age, I grow more frightened of homosexuality. I regard it as something for the young. It is phase-like, a thing that with time, like some dirty…

Ayer mientras ascendia y descendia colina tras colina, colinas cubiertas de árboles en parálisis, estancados en un instante de hibernación, brazos estrechados dándose a acariciar por los rayos del sol, he visto un animal. Inmediatamente me dí a la tarea de perseguirle; me volví en cazador. El animal, un roedor gris que fantásticamente había aparecido…

The tree leaves tossle with the breeze, and one can’t help but succumb to their whispers, delectable autumnal susurrations strown about. This Summer in December is unbearable, leaving me desirious of a violent cessation of continuity, a turbid trepidation in delirious desesperation. So I am stepping out, going for a stroll along some untold road.…

El viernes me piro. No sé por cuanto tiempo me vaya a ausentar; quizá 3 días o quizá 7. Al mundo no le importa un centimo lo que hagamos o dejemos de hacer. Pero a la gente sí. La mayoría de las personas viven unas vidas tan trillantes, esqueletos febriles que sombra al sol no…

Yes, but are you? It’s funny how oftentimes we find ourselves doing exactly what we ought not be doing or saying. Immediately, of a sudden, we are instantiated into the rôle of the hypocrite. As a ‘socialist’, I am anathema to nationalism. After all, the nation-state is a concept originating in the 19th century, that’s…

The life of every man is a fantastic story replete of equally fantastic characters. But like a story concocted by the pen of an author, here too in this story that bereft of edits retains a wonderful rawness, characters come and go; each one adds to the development of the hero, of this übermensch who…