Memoirs of an Immigrant

I am in that state where I couldn’t, for the life of me, determine if I am drunk or seasick. Or maybe its possible I was just sick. If I was ill would the other’s notice? Would they kill me and toss me over the side of the boat to avoid me from contaminating the … Continue reading Memoirs of an Immigrant

Finding Sartre

My favorite part of the day has always been the first instant you wake up in the morning and even if you are in the same place you normally awake- it all seems new. It’s like being born over and over again. I was lying in a bed and although I was covered in layers … Continue reading Finding Sartre