Saved by Jonathan Simcoe
The Plunge
Eventually, with the restaurant about to close and reality setting in, I begin to pack my things. I put on my coat, stuff my journal and pen back into my messenger bag, and empty out my tray above the garbage can. The thoughts begin to cascade: the irony of this happening right now is so painfully clear, how could I have been so naive in this city,... See more
John D. Zhang • Tales of the City
I’m swimming under water
My body undulating like an eel on the ocean bed
It is calm and cold…
and risky.
There is noise up there,
Commotion.
I can hear it. Rather I feel it.
Things seem to be happening.
And down here, it is lifeless and lonely;
My breath is what keeps me going,
yet, it is depleting,
but still, it keeps me going for now; How long do I have l
one image that has repeatedly come to mind is skating on a newly frozen lake near my home in Idaho when I was a boy. Sometimes the ice was so clear, I felt like I was skating across the night sky. And the only sounds I could hear were the cracks that echoed through the dark, transparent depths. I thought if the ice ever gave way I would find myself
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