February 2012
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I see people here, relieved by the death of a parent. Not because their parent was ill but simply lived beyond their years. Perhaps we should all start drinking and smoking like sons of bitches so that we can die in our fourties in order not to inconvenience the children.
Sometimes my feet are so heavy that it feels like I should leave them behind in order to get to work in time. I keep telling myself that I am living a life which doesn’t belong to me, to discover in the end, that it is the only life I lived.
“You watch too many movies,” he said, playing with the almost empty cup in his hands. “I mean really, what would happen if the movie continued after the guy gets the girl in the end?” He paused, taking a moment to finish his coffee. “They would grow tired of each other is what happens, they would grow tired, they would get a divorce, split their possessions in half,...
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I met Mrs De K in a corridor. She was crying and I felt very sorry for her even though I wasn’t supposed to. She cried because she was lost and I told her I was lost as well, and weren’t we all. I walked her down the hall, to her room. She showed me her fingernails. They were long and pointy and old. She asked me where she could get them trimmed. I want to be shot when I reach the...
The rotten leafs cast a nasty smell on the black water. She dreamed about having legs but when she dreamed a bit more realistically she dreamed about him carrying her to the water so she could die in his arms. He wouldn’t hear about it so she finally stopped asking one day. He found her behind the house one morning, floating in nothing more than a floral blouse, like a modern Ophelia, her...
Most bus drivers are fucktards; I judge them by the amount of time they spend reading their goddamn newspapers behind their steering wheels while the rest of soak in the rain at the bus stop.
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He walked out, in the middle of winter, snow was covering the pavement as the sun shone brightly. She watched the steam coming from his lips for a second before she realized what was going on. He had no coat on and he walked in circles. His mind was completely gone now, the last bit of his sanity was hanging on a thread and he was kept in reign by the drugs they were giving him. There was no room...
De middelste van de drie was een orchidee en het kopje was afgebroken toen opa ‘m opnieuw begraven had. De wortels hingen in de wind en soms viel er wat zand in de vensterbank als het raam open stond en het gordijn naar binnen kwam.
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“I love you,” she said. “I have loved you for a very long time.” She took a sip of her coffee, buying herself some time as he tried to find a way to respond, a way to match his expression to the mood she had unleashed on the room. She tried reading his gestures, the way he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, the way he lighted it. He couldn’t be that surprised, could...