It’s a different day. It feels different. Though the sun’s still piercing through the window, and crows are beginning to caw. But as I mentioned twice in three sentences, it feels different.
There’s a piece of thread or maybe a strand of hair hanging from the grill outside the window, and with it a piece of paper, interwoven as though a mini-kite.
There I was one night, reading away, almost about to doze off before I started wondering if it would be worth it to get up and go pee. After a lot of speculation I decided to give in. As I was peeing and minding my own business, looking around in every possible corner in sight (two), I spotted a bunch of dots creepily floating about an inch down from the ceiling. Upon closer inspection I realised that they were ants tied up in spider-web, hanged to death! Before I could express my disgust, I Continue reading
Quite Literary, Quite Literally! 