Writing Like Murakami
I walk into the corridor. It’s long and bright, with glass walls to little cubicles on either side. He walked slowly, balancing carefully on the… Read More »Writing Like Murakami
My Dispassionate Friend
On that day, I took the usual train away from my normal station to another place. A place out on the promontory, the shell and… Read More »My Dispassionate Friend
How to be a People Pleaser
Like the washing machine, we all have our time. I started to listen to you back then when you were hearing the talking of the… Read More »How to be a People Pleaser