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  • Southbound

    Rendezvous was at the faint, antique coffee shop at the heart of the suburbs, in the middle of the lair of the yuppie. The time, half past five in the ...

    • Short Story
    • Romantic
    9 min read
  • Romance

    Northbound Sometime between the chews and sips, the occasional grins and blinks, the four horsemen of apocalypse stopped by the lair of the mortals, the yuppies, the kids dressed up ...

    • Short Story
    7 min read


That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.
— Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)