#literary

Somewhere on a platform right now, a hand is still up, waving at a curve, still refusing to admit that the goodbye is already over.

There is a loneliness in being almost understood — in standing close enough to reach for the right words and still missing. Some people can only ever meet you at the river's edge. And maybe the almost

We call it insomnia, but sometimes the mind simply refuses to hand back the only piece of time that belongs to no one else.

Life today is akin to navigating a vast, sunless forest where the foliage breathes and the path beneath your feet is composed of shifting sands. We no longer walk on solid ground; we tread upon a high

MANY world rulers made statues to immortalize their existence and history. Several other rulers built monuments in the center of the crowd so that anyone could see them and remember the ruler concerned.

Bumble!”“I, Mrs. Mann. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. The last was a S,—Swubble, I named him. This was a T,-Twist, I named him. The next one as comes will be Unwin, and the next Vilkins.

To make short of a long story, gentlemen, they all talk together, and cry together, and remind the old gentleman that as to the noble family, his own grandfather would have been lord mayor if he hadn’t

Jarndyce and Jarndyce is a “ ‘dark-looking case’ ” (p. 522), says Richard, who enters Chancery “from the outermost circle of … evil” (p. 21), plunges into “ ’the mysteries’ ” (p. 650) of the impenetrable

Rather, he is asked to collude in a childishly simple set of codes, which require, for instance, that the Indian Savage (Mr Folair) indicate his admiration for the Maiden (the Phenomenon), by stroking

Wrote this in the quiet hours of the night, when everything felt a little too real.

source I have to say, this was a rollercoaster, in terms of story, in terms of learning about the history and also my feelings towards this book. I didn't know anything about the jeju massacre, but considering

I am with Pak Dipo Alam, January 21, 2025. One day, maybe in 2014, I got a call from someone who claimed to be named Dipo Alam. I immediately thought of Dipo Alam who had been imprisoned during the New

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Can important lessons be learned before it's too late?

it was a full moon if you couldn't tell, this picture is the best i could do to capture that bright light up there. i guess i should be thankful to those clouds, for if not for them this picture would

In the wake of unexpected loss, her grief takes flight on scarlet wings of hope

I've always been interested in the video essay format on YouTube, using stock footage and fair use of copyrighted video. So I did some experiments, choosing a video editor, looking for footage, finding

Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "Chronicle of a Death Foretold" is a captivating introduction to magical realism.

The demonic face in the brasses gave a goofy smile and I was tempted to feel scared, yet I did not give in. I sat there staring at it and breathing deeply, trying to feel the essence of what it was. It

Because the stories in books are better than when you see them captured on the screen?, of course each one gives his touch, his style, but they always end up changing everything, and when you see it, you