*clicks* *hissing sound* Hello? Test. Test. *clicks* *dead silent sound* *hissing sound* Hello. I don’t have a pen. That’s why I’m recording this. Hi. My name is Alexis. And. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know if anyone would pick it up. I’m 22 years old. No, not really. That’s bullshit. I don’t [...]

“You’re a bitch.” I hung my head low. I don’t really know how to really put it. “ I know.” She looked at me exasperatedly, as if repeating a useless fact. I tried looking somewhere else, some stone that’s gone astray in the pavement, but I felt much more foolish. Here I was, in my [...]

February 29th From the desk of Alexis She has always had cautious eyes. On the times when she thinks nobody’s looking she still has a guarded look, not like as if anybody is posing to strike, but as if someone might hurt her. That’s the distinction, I suppose. While other people’s guarded looks are out [...]

SHE CAN’T REALLY DRAW. But In the middle of meetings, data gatherings and all the other energy heist in the office, she found herself doodling in a quaint little coffee shop in the metro which happened to serve the best pasta as well. She slipped in a little beer, for lunch, and while she’s waiting [...]

Sometimes you wonder why nobody ever made doctors about moments. I mean, yeah, it can be pretty hard to define for now, but if you think about it, it makes sense. I mean, come on, it’s almost like pre-empting possible psychological damage. Half of the nut case issues out there are because of moments, really.

Nobody ever listed moments as a primary need. But when you consider how much we are made by moments, you would realize how much of a slave we really are to it: a defining song to intensify a feeling; a lingering look; a perfect Sunday morning in the room which lets you gaze at someone while sleeping and you’re both under a comforter; a hand held while driving; a laugh shared while thinking of a word. Then there are the lethal ones.