I am an avid smoker. When I wake up in the morning, I feel this inexplicable urge to smoke a cigarette. I have to do it. After a good meal, I light myself a cigarette. I can’t drink coffee without two or three cigarettes – as a side dish, I suppose.
So one day I made myself a promise. For every cigarette I smoke I have to write one page of literature. [READ FOR FREE]
A cliche love story between a writer and the most beautiful woman in the world. [READ FOR FREE]
There is only one great tragedy in life. And it happens to all of us. Sooner or later, whether we want it or not, we understand, in our own different way and at our own pace, that we are temporary. We are going to die, it’s our ineffable destiny. There’s nothing more frightening than realizing that one day you are going to die. After that life feels like an absurd struggle, some kind of stupid mime or insipid play carried on by bad actors. [READ FOR FREE]
Robert is staggering his way down a dirt road late at night. He’s dazed and confused, he doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He just knows he has to reach the crossroad. [READ FOR FREE]