Our conversation started out of nowhere, veered anywhere but here, and ended up nowhere, like it had always been. In the silence inbetween, we counted the days to apocalypse, it just seemed fitting that way, and bizarrely fulfilling. We pessimistic bastards, finding the elusive in this grim, dimly-lit space: solace. “I just wish someone would […]
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Lisa Santika Onggrid on Early morning came naturally to Mia, as someone who had taken the mantle as the house’s matron. There were lots of things to do, and she’d blur into fuzzy shades of her favorite apron as she whirled around kitchen appliances and endless cleaning supplies. Nothing saddened her more, however, when one day she found that […]
Lisa Santika Onggrid on Then with time disappears, and with light disappears Never really know what else to do So we keep on marching on, let the song goes on Hope the ink never dries out Tell the world all you ever know (whisper them to the wind) Gather stardust and see them scatter (dip down the quill, see […]