Category Archives: Yellow Notebook

summer lovin’, kafka dreamin’

i find a 4-pack yogurt in the fridge in my mother’s home. even though the 4-pack looks like a 4-pack, however, it’s actually a pigeon — a pigeon i’m responsible for, but i’d forgotten about that. i’m feeling upset because … Continue reading

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the 30-something friend you should never have slept with introduces you to his mentor, and the power imbalance between the two of you is finally crystal clear

“isn’t he just great?” “he’s something. how old is he?” “76” “does he have any children?” “oh, no, not yet”.

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ach, du

who?

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lord, grant me gender-neutral opinions, but not yet

the factory defect of speech capability often curbs men’s enthusiasm for their human blow-up dolls.

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