When I was really little, I loved the mushrooms my mum used to cook in that big massive pan she’d inherited from grandma. The silver metal one with the mandala scratches, the one she used to take with us every Saturday morning, on our beloved yet motion sick-infused weekend trips to the countryside. Eat an olive, love, it will help with the car sickness. I still love mushrooms to this day. They have become the […]
The guy begging outside the non-descript, ingeniously marketed mid-range supermarket is kneeling down, ubiquitous canvas bag and empty paper mug sitting by his side. His hand outstretched to the unwelcoming observers, nonchalantly passing by. He is humble in size, large in moral stature. Barely anyone greets him in this unwelcoming (for unexpectedly chilly) Mediterranean morning. His wrinkles tell a whole story of dark, murky, dusty lands that have been left behind through an unintended scape, […]
Moving her dad into a nursing home is probably the hardest fear Nina’s ever had to conquer. It is far more excruciating than being thirsty and not having water to sip on. It is more sharply awakening than falling hard on her knees when learning to ride a bicycle. During the days after her cycling debacles, she’d yearn to pull the peeling skin off, shamelessly influenced by the slight masochistic streak she had no doubt […]
Piercing pitta bread. Once upon a time, Mia went off to Raval and drank her ass off. She was there with Sara. As usual, her tipple of choice was vodka and coke. They shared a side of nachos with ubiquitous guacamole and while munching it all off, Mia’s convoluted, asynchronous neurons decided she wanted to get yet another hole perforated into her desecrated, persecuted and self-abused body. This time on her left ear, top left […]
The girl in the blue dress is awkwardly looking over her shoulder, then to her left, through the tiny window – towards the midnight floating landscape. She takes a notebook from her fake leather satchel. A journal, one may say. At twenty-eight, she considers that journaling is something to be sneered at, almost concealed with embarrassment. She naively starts a new draft about the world around her and its overwhelming wisdom. Earlier in the day, […]