Before The Revolution

dispatches from the front

Category: Fiction (page 1 of 2)

My first visit with Mother Aya

(This is entirely a work of fiction done as a creative writing exercise. I have never done any hallucinogenic drugs)

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The Back Packer

A bittersweet story I wrote a long time ago.

The Back Packer


It was his fourth day in London. He was staying at the Chelsea Hotel, not the famous “Chelsea Hotel”
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Commodity Fetishism

A few years ago I used to live in Harvard Square. Its an expensive place to live and I had a low paying job but I got a very good deal on rent. Living in Harvard

Square I was fascinated by the intersection of class, status symbols, ethnicity, and the zillion permutations of hipsterdom. Harvard Square was full of this. I wrote this after observing an interesting such example.

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