Fable Factory

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

In the absence of a light source

Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House

If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”

Leafhopper under the vast purple sky

In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.

The Last Few Fries

The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

July 6, 2023

Storytellers

“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”

June 22, 2023

A bird taking flight from a pole while two other birds watch.

Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

June 22, 2023

Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel

I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.

June 15, 2023

The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.

June 8, 2023