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Welcome to ShortiReads – the memoir of a Nobody

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Little Reasons

I’m nervous because I just stepped into your thoughts. Arms crossed over my chest, I’m suddenly aware of the space I occupy standing beside your bed. Uncomfortable in my own anatomy as if my cells had increased in weight and shape, I was faced with the extraneity of our existences whilst the rest of my body carried on living. I’m hungry for every detail, greedy for the little reasons behind your arranged chaos. I touch one of the ties hanging off the wooden rack. It had…

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BOOKS – THE VEGETARIAN – HAN KANG

I was in some seaside town in Europe, one of those with rocky shores, where hardly anyone dares to venture. Your feet aching for the relief of the cold water after gripping and balancing on the sharp stones. Actually you can imagine it as a crowded beach, with sand so hot one can only expect it to turn into glass before your very eyes. Your elbow almost touching your neighbour’s, that annoyingly keeps stealing glances at you. I can tell you that there was a subtle…

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Metamorphosing out of love

I love you less and less by the day and it’s killing me. How can you stop falling out of love? Feels like I’m sitting at the wheel but can’t steer the car heading straight for the wall. I keep typing on my notes some scrambled thoughts knowing I’ll have to tell you soon. I’m just tired of translating my soul. I want you to get me and you just can’t. You don’t notice that I smile less now? That I hang up sooner? That I…

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Things I find

Things I find pleasurable: The last page of a book, the end of a story I am yet to know. I read the conclusion before the beginning so I can wait for the moment when everything snaps into place, when sense saws back the strips of knowledge in my mind. Being bored Conversations with people that don’t know me, for I can be whoever I want. Power. Its smell, taste, the looks, the shape. Perfectly understanding the core essence of a person at first glance, allowing…

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ART – Die Umarmung (Liebespaar II), Egon Schiele

I wonder if she knows, that the blanket has thorns on its edges. Egon Schiele snuck up on me. When I was touring those endless museums in Vienna, he only took up a small room of the first royal palace I visited. A humble spot, begging to go unnoticed. Needless to say, it was an invigorating discovery. I long debated whether to write about his art, whenever I find something like this, so breathtakingly new, so perfectly me, I try to keep it hidden, terrified of…

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BOOKS – The City and Its Uncertain Walls, Murakami

[Expect a bit of me and a bit of book] I’ll start a new job soon, feel free to imagine the details. Something with shirts and company dinners. Some nonsense role, with a made up name like associate to or head of. Somewhere in a big city, you can fill in the rest, but make sure it has tall buildings, the kind that make you dizzy when you try and grasp where the roof ends and the sky starts. Somewhere on earth unfortunately. Instead of sitting…

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