Admittedly this works better when said aloud.
How to fall down stairs:
Step One: Step Two Step Five Step Eleven
I'm sitting behind my desk. It's a simple one, nothing fancy: a thick sheet of plastic held in the air by four metal legs. There's a depression at the front of it, a small gutter designed to collect pencils and erasers, the instruments of every schoolyard and lesson.
The fan whirs steadily above me, barely discernible above the chatter.
My thoughts drift to the lessons ahead, the single sheet of homework left undone within my bag. Then beyond, into the glorious afternoon brimming with sunshine.
The mall perhaps?
I finished The Fisherman by Chigozie Obioma. It was shortlisted for last year's Man Booker, but I didn't like the plot too much. The language was questionable at times as well, with strange metaphors. "The setting sun was the color of a teenage girl's nipple." Like really?
The other much better book I read was a collection of essays by Natalia Ginzburg titled The Little Virtues. There were some really profound and evocative sentences I really loved. The writing style struck a chord with me as well. Her words are simple, almost minimalist in tone, but her sentences are smooth and flowing. It's easy to follow her train of thought, and she does lay down some concrete arguments. I especially loved the pieces He and I and Human Relationships.
Currently in the midst of a collection of Hemingway's short stories — I'm liking his style.



Let's Grab Coffee!For LaughsMay 23, 2016 at 5:40 PM
