Yellow butterflies

Fictional worlds don't need to adhere to the laws of nature and logic. The sky can send down a rain of flowers when a beloved character dies. A person can develop a friendship with the ghost of the man he killed. Time can go in a circle. One Hundred Years of Solitude is filled with many … Continue reading Yellow butterflies


Guilt, anger, peace

The earsplitting screech of a thousand tires mixed with the grinding of heavy machinery -- that's what it sounded like. I was riding my bicycle down to the market on a sunny winter day when this monstrous noise forced me to a halt. It took me a while to figure out what the hell was … Continue reading Guilt, anger, peace