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Watch, Only To Watch
For the longest time I hated movies. All movies. I couldn’t bear the thought of forcing myself in front of a screen to stare vacantly at all the things happening so far away, so out of my control. I think I hated the idea of being God. Interacting with a movie is in some way Continue reading
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For People Like Me
For people like me, it is discomfort to navigate space, to stand still and observe, to dissolve apprehensions. Our world is a box with no other being. Only their effect– their eyes. People like me, We catch movements. Hidden conversation. Hateful eyes, mocking eyes. We reel them in with fear, and revel in them. It Continue reading
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Baking Buns
The yeast was not forming bubbles in the water. Not after five minutes, not even after ten minutes, and definitely not after I had finished reading two more chapters. But the yeast water definitely smelled like yeast. So I made a little hole right at the center of my flour and salt mixture, and drowned Continue reading
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Brownies
Can food become your comfort place? I am aware of the existence of comfort food. But that is a long, tedious process. One must drag themselves into a badly ventilated kitchen that makes you hot and sticky, and slave over pots and pans for a really long time, only to remove all traces of it’s Continue reading
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After a Short Break
Pain is a burrow that digs itself into the crevices of your mind deeper and deeper. Each shovel striking deep into fresh organic mind, harder than it’s predecessors. They never stop digging, these madenning shoveliers. They only pause, and like all pauses before this too is temporary, waiting to strike again after a short break. Continue reading
The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.
ANIKA ELIZ BABY 