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Read Field Notes

Oeuvre. 

Read Modal Translator

"Plenty of dots on the map are constantly misbehaving; how bad could we be. I pray our two dots vanish against the even filthier, blood-washed blotch of this continent, like a drooling red Japanese sun."

Without a language, I can only seem to dredge the ugly parts. Blood weddings, evil eyes, a son who just left rehab, liquor bottles holding a vigil in his cupboard, a daughter who got pregnant, had an abortion three days before the fetus’s ensoulment. "

Read Valentine's (Poetry)

The typhoon has pervaded through the walls of my country now.

You have no idea what sound it made

You were not here for when the night broke into hexagons

the moon falling around me in fragments..

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