The thought of returning home felt unwise. Although he spent all day dreaming up sales copy that could convince bozos into buying almost anything, Dempsey couldn't imagine a plausible explanation, a believable story as to why he had been gone all night.

It painted too perfect a picture: the cheating husband....

Man saw that every time urine left his body he would soon die...

if it were not for water . Pure, clear water that he could drink so that he would not run out of blood .

The earth provided so much water. It seemed an endless supply. Man would urinate in...

Compared to other men downtown late evening, Max Dempsey has an edge. While others sport the dark blue shade of a five o clock shadow , Dempsey's chin and jawline flaunts fresh.

The key is to know when he's going out after work. To plan ahead. When he's decided that...

curiosity + consistency is probably all you need.

Unless you're looking to be a world changer .

But there are very few world changers amongst us. And the desire to change "the world" is something we learned on the way. Maybe it was an icky lesson at first so we pretended that...

As somebody working in the info sector , I spend much of my time on a computer. Even if I were to be hyper disciplined and used computer s exclusively for work, the portion of my week spent on computers would still be significant. That's why I prefer physical books...

The email arrived as a surprise.

For the sender had been dead for a year now.

Had they been dead for much longer, it wouldn't have invoked the same fear. He couldn't explain why this was.

But the fact that his friend had only been dead one year... not even that... made him...

There was  hair in my food. My friend told me it was bad, that they should give me a refund.

I didn't mind.

At least tell them he said.

Nah. I don't want them to feel bad.

Feel like they should give it to you for free, he said.

When I'm eating somebody else's food...

In the back of the cafe there is a space that has been my favorite place to write.

Only thing is that it is hardly ever open. Still the cafe is my favorite haunt. I'll go there for a cup of coffee and sit around sipping it in the thick, white...

Near the horizon
rain hits ground
in bed it sounds like battered vegetables
frying in a skillet .

Last summer when my mom told me
on a rainy day
that the rain instills in her a craving of buchimgae
I asked why?

"the sound. it sounds like buchimgae frying in a pan."

I listened and for the...

When she saw his eyes lock onto her instead of anybody else's in that  cafe she knew that she would die.

Each sliver of a moment following felt longer than physically possible.

She had previously feared dying. Certainly she neither expected nor wanted to die this young. But now that the moment...