Miserable Beings 

Reading Marxism has made me aware that a “Basic Disequilibrium” in a capitalist society like ours is necessary for it to run. Be it a matter of individual choice, biological qualification or being just there historically, being in those positions makes certain things possible for one that are not possible for others.

 

“It’s nice here when it’s fiesta.” Said the man driving the Kalesa without looking at the sight his passengers were seeing.

Lola stared at the mirror and took off her black scarf. She leaned back and her shoulders curved slowly against the old wooden chair.

 

Lolo wiped his spectacles after trying to repair it for the past hour. His weight rested fitfully on the antique bed.

 

Sunlight fell across the wooden table of the room; loneliness shone through it and onto each other.

Lola stared at the mirror and took off her black scarf. She leaned back and her shoulders curved slowly against the old wooden chair.

 

Lolo wiped his spectacles after trying to repair it for the past hour. His weight rested fitfully on the antique bed.

 

Sunlight fell across the wooden table of the room; loneliness shone through it and onto each other.

    There are at least two things that you yourself don’t want to miss. One is seeing your dad on the audience area and second is having your firsts.

Since the horse’s death, the stable at the back of their house has become no more than a filthy, dusk stock room.

Part was the last one to moved out from our old house. For he had to stay alone on the pick-up. My dad is conscientious about this dog. He gets at least half cup of the rice we eat every meal and gets a free bubble bath to him every weekends.

I didn’t mind at first our house to be small, after all who would want to be with