Category Archives: The Wrong Exit

Personal liberty, burger babi.

There was almost dancing, behind this strange, unsettling writing, and there was almost every form of happiness dancing behind this strange, unsettling writing. There was a cold war too, i suppose, but there was almost dancing. Later, in a quiet … Continue reading

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Talking to Abah

He was not a perfect man, his duty as a father — or a husband — wouldn’t even come close to being adequate. But he was, as always, the only one in my broken family, — a family spilt into … Continue reading

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Time Travelling Journal : Nov 18th, 2009. French-Swiss border.

They smashed the fledgling protons. For a minuscule second, there was a quick silence. Then, there was the most beautiful astronomical round of applause i’ve ever witnessed in my nomadic life. ALICE and ATLAS made the loudest sound. It lasted … Continue reading

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Medical Journal : Nov 15th, 2009. My room.

I didn’t brush my teeth. I start my morning with a cigarette and listening to some old school hip-hop songs. God, forgive me.

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Medical Journal : Nov 14th, 2009. Earth.

A month after today. Tomorrow, I will revolutionize the world. I will start with brushing my teeth in the morning. For precisely 10 minutes, that’s all it will take. For the next 24 months, I will find the perfect cure … Continue reading

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