The clerk at the post office asks the student how much the books he wants to ship home weigh in kilograms. Upon hearing the clerk’s question, the student walks out of the post office in tears.

cardboard. crayons. clay. great books. bicycles…
…the stuff of childhood.

(Afterall, anger is deafening)

warning: please lower the volume of your speakers/headphones before playing this sonicle, then adjust the volume upwards accordingly.

In the township of J. an infinite newspaper is published. The newspaper is simultaneously published in the yesterday, today, and hereafter. This arrangement is most convenient for the township of J. as nothing dramatic ever happens which doesn’t necessarily mean that things never change there. The justification of the infinite newspaper’s publication probably has more to do with economics than anything else but then again one never really can know with things like this.

People in the township of J. often use their newspapers as tablecloths while eating meals either together or alone. The food of the township of J. is always delicious in retrospect.

a metallic aftertaste: it’s certainly not gold.

for something that really mattered, a rejection letter.
oh, great institution: what abstract syntax!

i love national television: it’s how our little ones learned to speak and how we learned to forget.

A: there’s something i have to tell you about those puppets. they have late-night discussions and play mahjong that go on to an ungodly hour. i haven’t been sleeping well lately.

B: good.

“funny what people throw away as garbage,” he thinks to himself. he picks up the empty matchbox.

one learns no language through a dictionary.