"Go in? But if he isn't here, who do I report to-"

"Quack quack quack."

"Miss? Miss! Why is there a-"

"Quack quack, Quack. Quack quack quack quack."

Who are you? what makes you you? Are you born with intrinsic you-ness? Or are you simply a collection of different things and themes and ideas and habits? do you think you are unique? or are we ...

Should they be happy? What about death? Happy endings = joyful deaths, perhaps. Should all stories have endings. What about beginning at the end? Do you look forward to endings? To the destinati...

"Got a light?" he said.

"Tell me a story first," I replied.

After some time, he ended with:

"And here I am."

Everyone talks of the light at the end but no one told me I'd step out of the tunnel with bloodied fingers and lost fingernails. In the dark, one can forget the struggle. In a void, one can forg...

By the time you read this, I will be gone. Not away, just not here anymore. Notice the warmth of the chair you sit on or the warmth that was.

I will have vanished and I don't know wh...

One by one I place my fingers where your fingerprints mark the glass, marked the glass, will mark it. When does not exist. I hold unto where and where is here, the Dream Cafe. You...

We were emotionally bankrupt, he and I. I owed him more than I could pay, and he owed someone else the same.

"Remember that time when we forgot?"

"I forget. What time?"

"I don't remember either."