A meltdown and a triptych and back by Malaysia Day

Once upon a time, I wrote a fair bit. I read what I wrote onstage: bits of head and heart on paper that fluttered in shivers when held up to a mic. Flyers around town had my name on it even though I wasn’t in a band. And then I was in a band— in…

An Interview On Death

Sometime in January before her Berlinale adventures, Nadira stayed over. Our bedtime activities: singing old patriotic songs, pathetic plastic-fishing, talking death. She bought me offerings of cat chocolate and an Elmo balloon. The former disappeared too fast (much to my horror) and the latter still has yet to deflate (also horror). Two big memories from…