The Anti-Stuff
K Prabhu In 1988 I died. I was forty years old.K Prabhu
Remembering myself when I was forty
My friends were all forty too, more or less. Each one had a crisis, a goal, despair, families, something that defined them. I had none of those things and I did not want them either. This worried me a little. I had been a writer for some years. I wasn’t sure if that defined me any longer. I realised I was conflictless. Perhaps it was a phase; perhaps it would change. But because I died, I never found out. When you die, you stay the same age. I
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April Is Art Month
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Wednesday
I know that I hung, nights all nine...
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