“From the moment we left Chile and began to travel from country to country, I became the new girl in the neighborhood, the foreigner at school, the strange one who dressed differently and didn’t even know how to talk like everyone else. I couldn’t picture the time I would return to familiar territory in Santiago, but when finally that happened, several years later, I didn’t fit in there either […]. Things that happened in the past have fuzzy outlines, they’re pale; it’s as if my life has been nothing but a series of illusions, of fleeting images, of events I don’t understand or only half understand. […] Nor can I picture Chile as a geographic locale with certain precise characteristics: a real and definable place. I see it the way a country road might look as night falls, when the long shadows of the poplars trick our vision and the landscape is no more substantial than a dream” (Allende 78-79). "According to my grandfather, cancer is caused by easy living, whereas discomfort is g...
a blog by the writer E. S. Liew. Because the best ideas start on the back of receipts and paper napkins, written with a Staedtler 2B pencil.