Thanh Dinh is a melancholy girl. She is on her way to find herself and along the road, she indulges herself in words and imagination. Her stuff is depressing, so please proceed with caution.
Choosing this book was not my rational decision. It was an impulse one. The news announced that a certain Mr. Patrick Modiano had won the Nobel Prize in literature and as a vain enthusiast of all literary things, I just had to buy the book.
How can one celebrate Mother's Day? Perhaps it starts with a sudden notification from the phone's Calendar. One awakes one early morning, rushing to work, and in between the commute, seeing that May 12th is Mother's Day. The promotions come in. The planning phase starts with what gifts to buy, where to have a fantastic dinner with one's mother, or perhaps a short vacation to a tropical island.
I said I don't mind not the pain nor the unstable legs and the scars piling up, as if life had a grotesque scheme against me.
Hey, have you ever thought about dying? There he goes spouting all of the nonsense shit that, through a miraculous gate, always gets from his brain to his mouth in the most inconvenient moment to me. I lie on top of him, look down on his face, and the lips that know far too well how to kindle a fire of desire and anger within a man’s heart at the same time.
Photo by Angela Cavina from Pexels What have you done to yourself? Well, baby, I guess I have too much freedom. I’m privileged with the right to hurt myself,
Photo by Engin Akyurt from Pexels I should really stop that habit What habit? Falling in love with everyone And anyone