Tag Archives: Jill Chan

Shoes

My favourite pair of shoes, I bought about ten years ago. Back then, I didn’t know many things. We hadn’t met. You said you liked my shoes. I said I felt comfortable in them. Like I was with you. We … Continue reading

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Clothes

Last night, I dreamed I was taking off my clothes. But as soon as I took them off, I was wearing another set. Consequently, I had to take those off. This happened over and over again. It was like I … Continue reading

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Blindness

I am not blind. But sometimes I feel like I am. Blind to the actual world, to our own actions. Ethan is not just a friend, far from it. He is not just a lover. He is not blind either. … Continue reading

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