Monthly Archives: October 2018
“We” are the baggage carried away from our past. Advertisements
Surprisingly, I am not running out of things to criticize.
How strange that killing for the sake of something else is seen as somehow less evil.
But our knowledge is nowhere near as uncertain as our emotion.
I am staring at a black girl who is staring at me: we are both about five years old, waiting for fast food with our mothers.
So what if I like pretty things? Would you rather that I dislike myself?
That’s how you can tell, despite all appearances of being a hater, that I am a lover at heart.