BlogHide Resteemsnuclearsalad (52)in poetry • 6 years agoYoungThat feeling when you saw on TV a street that you used to cross when you were in college. You remember the heat of the air, the colors of the surroundings: the barbecue grills, fishballs deep-fried…nuclearsalad (52)in music • 6 years agoDisrupt-it-Yourself: Vaporwave as CountercultureIntroduction If you have been digging / living in the internet for a long time, you may have encountered this phenomenon / movement in-passing. Usually accompanied by images appropriated with early…nuclearsalad (52)in poetry • 6 years agoSapphoThere is a different kind of sadness gripping my heart these past few days. I probably got this from listening to too much lo-fi hiphop beats, or to the latest videos of Levni Yilmaz (I’ve always…nuclearsalad (52)in poetry • 6 years agoFoolIt’s more convenient to look at the mess and point at a different person. Ask them to clean it up, pick up the pieces, probably even scrutinize the way they fix it. 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I'd write a short story, submit it to a writing workshop, and then listen to the panelists' (those who have positions in the…nuclearsalad (52)in story • 7 years agoWatching the RainIt was raining that night, and inside his room, Dave was watching the trails of the raindrops on the window. His room was lit only with the faint light of a moon covered with thick tufts of clouds.…nuclearsalad (52)in story • 7 years agoA Trip to the Barber'sIt was one summer afternoon when I decided to take a haircut. True to form, I needed it. After what I thought endless night-life gigs with my band, I finally earned a job, one that promotes “a…nuclearsalad (52)in love • 7 years agoSadness and Desire, Chapter NineteenIn my other dreams, I slipped off a cliff somewhere and fell. My fingers scratched through the dirt and bits of rock trying to grasp anything solid, or really just trying to create friction to slow…nuclearsalad (52)in story • 7 years agoSadness and Desire, Chapter EighteenWhen Kristelle came to my flat to take her rice cooker, I let her inside and she calmly stepped in, leaving her shoes by the doorway, walking straight to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and took the…nuclearsalad (52)in poetry • 7 years agoAlways forgettingMaybe my life was meant to be this way: Appear conscious, wasting time, Nodding if in agreement, Waving my two hands if proposing an antithesis And then sleep. Dream: neglect is not always…
