Written by Alisa But after the Revolution, who is going to pick up the garbage on monday morning? It was pamphlet, creased and torn with dirty prints on it. If the prints were from an animal or a human, I could not tell. It was too smeart. I turned the pamphlet around. There was no … Continue reading Unpredictable



Do you feel it? It’s like a sharp wind, but It’s not the wind. The wind is realer. Not that the feeling isn’t real, but It’s not as real as a force of nature. The feeling comes and goes. It goes, yes: but It often comes back. And when It does, It blows me away. … Continue reading it