Category: Creative Writing

Part I. I am depressed. … You don’t know me. I am spiteful and alone. I think I have social anxiety disorder. Or maybe not. I don’t know. I’m not in therapy; I’ve never even been to an analyst, though I believe in modern medicine and think everyone could use a little counseling. I’m incredibly

Part One: Temps Perdu “À la recherche du temps perdu”… there really isn’t a great translation for it in English.   “In search of lost time” and “remembrance of things past” are the most common, but perdu is so much more subtle… it’s lost, missing, wasted, alone.  There’s a sense of darkness and despair to