fragmentary biography

On family planning

Luck is to choose your family, she thought, looked at him sleeping.


On smooth sailing

And suddenly your sky is clear and the sea is calm
and you can barely remember how bad the storm was.

On shiny happy people

Keep in mind, though, that there’s really no way of telling who will go home happy and who will get off at the nearest exit and cry until choking. 

On running the marathon

These days it’s all about endurance. But if going the distance leaves you desperately gasping for air, is taking a short cut really that bad?

On fish in the sea

“I think I’m a sports fish” her friend said, concerned look on her face. “You know, when men go fishing they either keep the fish to take home or they just put their hook in it, reel it in and then throw it back in the water again. A sports fish.”
They sat in silent contemplation.

“I might be a sports fish too.”

On trauma counselling

When it comes to break ups, people are all “You should start dating again! Mingle!”. It’s like giving a big box of matches to a burn victim, suggesting a nice little bonfire might help to ease the pain. Just fuck someone else and you’re golden, right.

On losing the who cares-game

“You can’t let him win!” they would say. As if it was a competition.

On lifetimes

Sometimes, life is just days to get through.

On morning makeup routine

Clench your jaw, dry your eye, bite your tongue, squeeze your fist. Repeat.

On the ugly truth

If you have a lower tolerance for ugly people’s problems than you do for those of the more beautiful, does that mean you are a bad person or simply that you are damaged from watching too much TV?