Kobe silhouetted against perfect crisp white snow, under an orange glow of a street light. Looming below him, his mysterious life companion, his shadow.
All of life is a struggle to shine a light on our shadow selves, to define that part of us that acts covertly behind the scenes, with motives more genuine and true and real than we care to admit, too afraid to realize or prescribe over as a product of intent.
– AS
A rickety thicket of trees looking humid against the red sky. Except it can’t be humid because they’re coated with a translucent layer of ice. Ice storm 2014 in Brampton.
– AS
It’s like I woke up to a nightmare I wrote about.
I’m really not feeling good. Maybe human nature isn’t flawed. Maybe human nature is perfect and we just don’t like it.
All this violence this summer. It may be fueled by the actions of ignorant men. But even if you’re a good person, it still puts hate in your heart.
By Ashish Seth
They called. So we went. And no one showed up and so we left. Simple. Easy. Fast. Cautious. Always kept an eye out. Kept two. Always. And I asked father why they wanted us to check the house. And he said he didn’t know and I asked why he didn’t ask them and he said “You’re gonna get nowhere if you always have to explain yourself to other people.”
Made sense… made sense.
By Ashish Seth
By Ashish Seth
It spelled out Grad 2012. I was the last car. I feel special.
By Ashish Seth
Ashish Seth 