Sometimes, when the rain is pelting the cement like a thousand BB guns, I hide away in the dark cocoon-like shelter of my woolen blankets, shrouded in gloom, burrowing deep down into the center of my layers upon layers of hot, textured fabric until I reach that state of metamorphosis, that crystallizing moment when the … More Metamorphosis

The Possibility

Sona Perera felt a bothersome sense of disquiet, a feeling that there was some set of loose ends she had left untied, some irksome misalignment in the otherwise perfect symmetry of her orderly life.  Of course, an assortment of last-minute tasks awaited her before her departure, but they were trivial; they were not the problem.  … More The Possibility