Ikea Stories

“The apple was hard. The orange got wetter.”“Can we compare them, though?”Sitting cross-legged on the rumpled bed in a black Pong t-shirt and white cotton panties, I released my focus from the two fruits on Jacob’s dresser. They were each bruised from my telekinetic practice. “We could eat them.”“Toss me the apple,” Jacob said, reclined next to me like a lazy lion in his eggplant emoji pajama pants.Without moving from my...

23/09/2016 Dear diary, I do realize how stupid it is for me to write in a diary. I mean, no one does it anymore in this day and age. And now that I think of it, I was born in a world where social media and the Internet had already become mainstream. I don’t remember ever using an Ethernet cable. Wifi was something I had always take for granted. A time without wireless internet? I can’t believe it. But we’re getting off to...