The Dying American

Anthony came back from the contemporary art museum and told me to stop being a pussy. I shivered and my neck hurt. I couldn’t leave my bed. I would freeze. So he went out to get me soup. I realized that I was just like his friend, the Dying Spaniard. I am the Dying American.… Continue reading The Dying American

“Endgame,” Electrify the Soul

Julie, Matthew and I sat in the kitchen and read “Endgame” by Samuel Beckett. He wrote classic literature all right. Words that come and seem the same but they cannot be removed, unless to change the meaning of the sentence. To have faith in humanity is important. The skeptic’s glasses show skeptical a world. It’s… Continue reading “Endgame,” Electrify the Soul