Sunday, April 26, 2020


Candia Urban Lounge

"Sanitize this, sanitize that, that's all we hear these days. How about sanitizing at a larger scale?"
The staff sat around the oval table in the meeting room, motionless.
"We just have to have political courage, that's all."
No one uttered a word.
"We start small first and see if anyone complains."
A few people shifted in their chairs, the discomfort growing.
"If the media don't pick up on it, we go bigger. It'll save money too."
The silence was overwhelming.
"OK, then. It's decided. We'll start next week."
They started with the old and the lonely. No one noticed.

Sunday, April 19, 2020



"...neurotransmitters that communicate with the dendrites," said the professor standing in front of a large group of students. She didn't need a class on Biology, but she didn't feel like having to wait in the cold for two hours. So, she'd joined that class. Things took a bad turn though when the professor asked her about the damn dendrites and the only thing she could think of was "...stress induces atrophy of apical dendrites". She had no clue where she had read that, but everyone seemed impressed. She smiled and decided that, from then on, she'd wait in the cold.

Sunday, April 12, 2020



Don't go.
Don't go for a walk.
Don't go to the beach.
No, don't swim.
Don't sit and bury your fingers in the golden sand.
Don't build castles and little houses that will crumble with the tide, and mountains with little steps on the side so little imaginary people could climb them safely, their toes feeling the warmth of the sun as they tread upwards.
Don't stand so close.
Don't sneeze and laugh and cough.
Don't breathe.
Don't wrap your arms around a sad shoulder.
Don't breathe.
Don't take things for granted.
Don't breathe.
Don't be...

Sunday, April 5, 2020


Asalia House

The radio was on and a tired voice repeated their names. These were the names of poor souls lost forever.
The authorities tried to warn everyone. No one cared. Everyone continued to do as they had always done.
The tears came first. They thought it was due to too much exposure to flash lights.
And then they simply disappeared into thin air, as happened when the light is turned off and darkness takes over.
The radio repeated the names because they were considered missing persons, but they weren't missing. They were gone. They were gone into unbearably impossible killer selfies.