It is 10:21 PM.
It is 10:21. Not 10:20. Not 10:22. 10:21. He slaves away at his laptop. Apart from the whir of the fan, the flickering of the lightbulb, the occasional clatter from the upstairs neighbour, nothing’s to be heard. Except the clacking of the keys. He thinks, “it is surreal, isn’t it? How words come together from… Read More It is 10:21 PM.










