Category Original fiction
“Why don’t you go back, if you miss it so much?” she asked. “Living somewhere beautiful is too hard,” he replied. “Much easier to live in squalor. At least that way you won’t miss it when it’s gone.” She pursed her lips. “You’re a bit of a downer when you drink, aren’t you?” Advertisements
“What do you see?” he asked, looking out over the city. “I see a stranger and a strange land, both waiting for the other to become familiar,” she replied, catching sight of her reflection in the window.
“I never understood the point of purity,” he said. “We are all creatures caught between one thing and another. If we hate the mixture, then we hate ourselves.” “Maybe that’s the point,” she replied.
Here croissants are small with tips that curl inward, forming a lopsided circle. You eat them in cafes for breakfast with milky coffee. Often, there will be a dog underneath your table when you do this. If it gets cold, the dog will curl up, nose to tail, forming a lopsided circle. It will look suspiciously like your croissant.
I slide like an oil slick back and forth across your city. How long will it take before I sink below the surface? Will it ever fill my lungs like mine does?
Not to do with my recent immigration but a conversation I had with my father. Though I will take this moment and, as an aside, say that I went to a very interesting exhibit at the Museum of Latin American Art in Buenoes Aires. It was a “perspectiva” on an artist called Jorge Macchi, who […]
So, I recently moved from Canada to Argentina. Culture shock isn’t something I feel very often, but I was definitely expecting more of it this time. That said, I think this has been a more painless process than expected because I’m cocooned in a bubble inhabited by thesis-writing and an English-speaking partner who came complete with an apartment for […]