«So, every time he felt on the verge of being swept
away by anxiety and his thoughts were dangerously becoming an incoherent mush,
he would get on his car and drive without a specific destination.»
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 12
«I came to a point where I needed solitude and just
stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just
wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.»
Jack Kerouac
a story for tomorrow. from gnarly bay on Vimeo.
«Having confirmed her suspicions she directed again
her attention to what was happening outside. This was one of the typical
diverting maneuvers, that were part of a complex strategy, created and refined
by her, in order to avoid or try to postpone, for as long as she could, the
inevitability of having to deal with every kind of painful situations that came
her way.»
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 12
«The body shuts down when it has too much to bear;
goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb
and half alive.»
Jeanette Winterson
Image Raquel R.
