I want Hell to be Ironic. I want to suddenly appear in a large white room. Freezing cold. With a large calligraphy sign on one side of the room to read: “Please Take a Coat to Warm Yourself, My Friend”. And I pick an amazing plush fur coat from a seemingly never-ending wall of coats. …
Tag: Fire
The Pyro Gene
At the age of eight, my father intentionally burned down our family home. He used friction. He found a friend of my mother’s cousin and conducted friction. Eventually, the friction made sparks and landed on some highly flammable material. Namely, my mother. The house and kids went up in flames next. My sisters crawled away …
Letters from the Latrine 