Flirting in Space

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  • Eden

    Smoke curls,Not from the burning cigarette in my mouthBut from the remains of the one on the plate.One puff to eclipse the south,I yearn, quietly, for a clean slate. Another exhale.My eyes dart to the pack,And even if the cigarettes are stale,They’re new enough to fill the crack. Third puff.Potency dissolves,Even if the nicotine is…

  • Grave of the Fireflies

    “September 21, 1945… that was the night I died.” I won’t rewatch Grave of the Fireflies. It’s not because I can’t handle difficult material. I tend to gravitate toward it. Psychological horror, philosophical narratives, stories that linger in discomfort. Usually, I can keep a certain distance from what I’m watching. This was the first time…

  • Red Rose

    The view keeps what looks back. The village was flat and unremarkable, except for a single hill to the North. It rose like a spire, tapering into the sky. From its peak, a faint glow pulsed. An unspoken promise that if you climbed the hill, you’d reach the stars. The girl stared out her window.…