You are what you are until you aren’t. A string of three letters and seven numbers, a barcode unique to you and you alone, sits unremarkably at the top of a webpage that maybe ten people will ever read. One more blip of information in an endless sea of data. My eyes don’t even register …
Tag: death
‘heir’ by Sana Desai
there’s a stranger in this roomand she’s uninvited, sitting quietly on the other edgeof this hospice bed, in my blind spot.but he can see her, he always could. when my back is turned i don’t see how she turns him into …
‘Syncope’ by Jenny Chen
On the 4th of July, my dad downed two glasses of whiskey at dinner. We’d spent the afternoon hiking along the resplendent shores of Walden Pond. Lapping against rocks and sand, the bright green water had been dotted with families gambolling about in bathing suits. At the pond’s far edge, beneath the pine trees’ variable …
