• Serian commented on the post, steel 1 year, 12 months ago

    I sip. The room is quiet and dark but light is starting to peak through the edge of the blinds. You hate these blinds, but you say you won’t have to put up with them much longer because when you get a bigger place you’ll get those nice, slated, big Venetian blinds that look like bamboo. I take another sip. The table is small and crunched up…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, screens 2 years ago

    I put up a screen in the middle of the living room. It was a soft Gray, like the streaked marble tile that he had laid down in the bathroom downstairs. His own two hands, laying down grout while sweat pooled in that small Valley between the shoulder blades where a tattoo that he was embarrassed of lay as well. Like a thrown away mural at the…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, symbolic 2 years, 3 months ago

    Nothing has meaning, any of it. Meaningless, voids, blackness, darkness. all of it is on a path and you’re on that path and we’re all on that same god damned path and you know where it’s taking us? to the end, that’s it. No, that doesn’t mean a thing either. It’s all the same, where you’re going where I’m going where she went where he was all of…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, steak 2 years, 4 months ago

    “Rare” she ordered, picking up a wine glass in the palm of her hand and sipping her Chardonnay. Obviously an amateur trying to look fancier than she appeared. She batted eyes that were poorly lathered with eye liner, she ‘coyly’ adjusted her somehow ever falling nylons that just couldn’t seem to stay put on her thighs, and she placed her glass…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, ordinary 2 years, 4 months ago

    I always hated the phrase “The difference between extraordinary and ordinary is that little extra”. It’s aggravated me since I was little. What’s to say someone plain, middle of the road, average can’t in their own way be the center of someone’s universe? What’s to say, the girl with a stable job without drama and who’s always going to pick up the…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, cheated 2 years, 5 months ago

    A moment that lasts on the skin forever. Always there, in the shadows and creaks of the finger tips that no one ever would stumble upon unless they had your eyes pinned to these exact spots. But everyone could see, magnified and rich in technicolor were the traces of a late night that left you hollow but filled with so much empty loathing that you…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, wishful 2 years, 5 months ago

    He braces against the subway holds, jostling to and fro with every stop and start. The flowers are beginning to wilt; taking them from hot to cold to hot to cold doesn’t bode well for them. He’s got a small smile none the less. “They’re the perfect color” he thinks, thinking of getting just the answer he wants with this precise gift on this precise day.

  • Serian commented on the post, footsteps 2 years, 5 months ago

    I was worried I was being too loud. It was late, we had gotten there just as I thought they would close the gates at sunset. But they were still open. I was worried I would make too much noise, walking across the divide of a road. There was an older woman and a younger girl there I barely recognized. I was worried I would interrupt. It was his…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, ingredients 2 years, 5 months ago

    A thousand pin pricks in the middle of an open desert. A thousand small hands, small eyes, watching with curious investment into what they will become. Can they ask themselves the meaning of their indescribable mundane use as only part of a whole? The battery against each other to produce the picture that people only appreciate when done. We think…[Read more]

  • Serian commented on the post, oven 2 years, 5 months ago

    The kids sat quietly at the high glossy Ikea kitchen table. The father sat quietly at the high glossy Ikea bar stool. The mother walked quietly around the low, gurgling, radiating oven like it was a clock at a train station, never the right time but you still had to watch it. Closely, just in case, you knew what time you had to be ready for, but…[Read more]