dark grain


“Chise, love the world. The world you lived in may not have been your ally. But it wasn’t your enemy either. Your key is already in the silver lock. All that’s left to do is to open it. Then again, that’s just something someone once told me.”

  • Me: We're gonna write today
  • Brain: OK
  • Brain: [Warms up]
  • Brain: [Starts whirring]
  • Brain: [Arranging words] -
  • Me: Wait! No! I mean we're gonna write the thing we were planning on writing. Not a new thing. I don't recognise this new thing. I need to write the old thing.
  • Brain:
  • Me:
  • Brain: Well, you should have said, shouldn't you?

The Guardian by Hadar Ariel Magar