FABLE FACTORY
The Last Few Fries
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Death of a novelist
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
Fable Factory / Blurry artwork
It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.
Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
First flight of a flightless bird
I pen misery with dark black ink that I draw from a hole inside of my chest
