Stories and Prose (Translated)
The Lament of Eight Annas
No, don't give me money now. Let me become a pauper first, and then I'll ask. I like asking you for things.…
No, don't give me money now. Let me become a pauper first, and then I'll ask. I like asking you for things.…
Don't explain yourself unless it's truly necessary. (Even in your mind.) Either sidestep it, or distance yourself from it altogether. When you…
That day I discovered it suddenly—night journeys are extraordinary. Insecurity, fear, loneliness... and yet a strange exhilaration too. I could be destroyed…