#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

One. “Now this here is what I call a blue sky. Today is an unexceptionally nice day, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say today is the day? See, the wind is supporting us. With this wind, we will go far, and I don’t even know where it will take us, Mr. Unfortunate. But today you are […]

#10. One of These Days

#10. One of These Days

I didn’t know how the below conversation came into existence. Nha was just sitting there, idling away his life like how people treated the lottery tickets when they knew they didn’t win. And I guess as a passerby on the street – and a decent citizen at least – I should pick up the lottery […]

#9. Hurtful Things Are Beautiful Things

#9. Hurtful Things Are Beautiful Things

I woke up to Nha sitting like a monument at the edge of the wooden bed. A champion of inconsolable sadness and grief. Except that he was not a monument. It’s just that somehow, he happened to sit there long enough to become one. My phone was still in his hands. The battery was long […]

#10. the second song

#10. the second song

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#8. The Flood Is Always There (Even When You Are Not Looking)

#8. The Flood Is Always There (Even When You Are Not Looking)

I was standing in the dark, wet corner of the house – every corner of this house is a dark, wet corner – when uncle Hai came in from the fish pond in the backyard. He said, “It’s gonna rain hard today, ya be sure to pull in those clothes.” He meant the old, worn-out, threadbare rags […]

#7. The Story of Hai “Don Co”*

#7. The Story of Hai “Don Co”*

*Don Co: đàn cò in South-West Vietnam accent – a musical instrument used in Vietnamese opera It was high noon when I met them just outside the village’s gate. They didn’t go straight through the decayed yellow-painted gate, no. They hid by the gate’s corner, looked stealthily at the empty road winding through the small […]

#9. what we talk about when we talk about you

#9. what we talk about when we talk about you

This forest is really dark. Are all forests like this or just this one? Again, I would really appreciate it if you could just shut your trap and silently follow us. Why do you always have an issue with me? I ask the cat. She ignores the question. I guess if she could do more […]

#6. The ‘Murican Syllables

#6. The ‘Murican Syllables

I and the wild little pros – I meant, thing, arrived at Ca Mau bus stop in a wintry early morning. The station’s parking lot was so empty it made me wondered about the loneliness of men on the run, finding the meaning of life. But none of that bullshit now, because this wild little […]

#8. take the pills, honey, take the pills

#8. take the pills, honey, take the pills

We walk through the forest at the pace of a snail who is trying his hardest to cross the road before the next car could hit him. But it still hits him in the end. Say, I talk to the cat. I would look down at her, but with an unreasonable fear for her sarcastic […]

#5. The First Conversation

#5. The First Conversation

“What did you tell him, you snitch?” Nha asked me, his teeth gritting while his left hand squeezed the bone out of my right arm. “Nothing much. I said I was running away with a murderer. I said that the same murderer threatened to kill me. And I also said the murderer I was running […]