Archive for the Misfits category

Misfits #4: handle with care

Pre­scrip­tion: care. Take it when bar­ing your soul. You swal­low the sugar-coated tab­lets read­ily enough with a glass of luke­warm water, each placed fresh every morn­ing on your grate­ful tongue, when you are fight­ing fierce to pro­tect your inner core from the harm­ful effects of mere exist­ence. Thus, you must increase the dosage all the […]

Misfits #3: spoonfuls of spells

I have been try­ing to decide whether we would drink cof­fee, tea or some­thing stronger. Caf­feine addict that I am, the tempta­tion would be to serve extra strong cof­fee and then gabble away nine­teen to the dozen until deep into the night, only retreat­ing to our beds at dawn once we had revealed far too […]

Misfits #2: out of sorts

I stut­ter and tumble over the words. There’s noth­ing strange about you. Noth­ing strange about me. We’re just like each other. Peas in a pod. Hand in glove. Birds of a feather. What am I say­ing? Link fin­gers and dance with me, why don’t you?
I feel everything when you’re broken, just as you do when I […]

Misfits #1: not our world

No, you stand cor­rec­ted. This isn’t our world. This is much more. This is our uni­verse. You just don’t real­ise it. We out­num­ber you by at least ten to one — it’s just that we keep very quiet about that fact. We refuse to sub­scribe to your way of think­ing, but we do so in […]