Last of the Vigorous Years

"Open my eyes to another reality." --- Fernando Pessoa Life sucks. A lot of people say it sucks way too much. People like Voltaire and David Foster…


6 to 6: November in July

It was 11am on July 3rd., the middle of the monsoon season. I was sweating in my taxi when I was dispatched to a nightclub named November. A poor…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 7: Again, the Transience of Being, Part 2

Deaf The whole village knew of Semenych. He was deaf. But Semenych was not deaf from birth; he became so from the war. He was commissioned back in…


Drop Out!

There is no art. Fuck art! “Art,” as we so-call it today, is not what art is. What passes for art today, here (on this website, indeed this page of…


6 to 6: The Jumping-Off Place

James was short and skinny, with a peninsula of purple eczema running along his right forearm. He had gray stubble on his chin and eyes which crossed…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 7: Again, the Transience of Being, Part 1

Sasha, Eat It! What woman does not dream to see her child strong, vigorous, and healthy? Such, probably, does not happen. My aunt---my mother's…


6 to 6: Plasma

A pigeon pecked at his left ear and woke him up. He was lying in the city park where he’d slept all night. He shooed the pigeon away. “Little…


Rank This Skank™

1/10 Massively deformed, fetal alcohol syndrome, morbidly obese. These vile orcs are blessedly rare. Run to the hills, run for your life. 2/10…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 6: Score

I learned to count even before school. And there was a reason. Vaska, a ten-year-old idiot, told me and Mishka how he had fooled his two six-year-old…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 5: My Friend Sasha Bichukov

The story of Sasha Bichukov should be told separately. From my point of view, he was one of those boys who is not capable of meanness. To confirm…