Shriek, Memory

As some of you might have already noticed, I can’t seem to stop involving Vladimir Nabokov’s “Speak, Memory” into every few paragraphs of my writing, these days. It can’t be helped, I seem to have simply stumbled upon a writer which I can heavily relate to. No, I’m not a refugee from a country torn-apart […]

In Soviet Russia, stale jokes laugh at you

“Do you need any help with that?” “What?” “If you need me to lend a hand…” “No, don’t be crazy – I’ve done this a million times before.” “Okay.” I take a sip of 7Up. “Now where is that adapter?” It’s kind of awkward, but also rather amusing, this waiting for grandpa to finish setting […]