Wake Up

Where will the journey take us further? We have been here for thousands of years, and the sole purpose most of our species have found for our existence is to destroy each other. One day, you may be the one and I will be the others; one day, I may be the one. What...

The Guardians of Literature

One day they woke up naked, broke and desperate with nothing left to fight or die for, so they led the way back to the heart of the city flaming every corner with the things they learned from war: giving speeches, selling dreams and harvesting the wind. When they...

They Say It Is Too Late

Whenever you talk to them, they tell you it is too late and they start to lean on the past and stand on their own nostalgic hills overlooking the so-called glories of their past, and they seem not to listen to what you might say anymore. They just say it is too late...

Does It Really Matter

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?Does It Really...

I Don’t Understand

There must have been a thousand ways in front of me when I finally chose one. Not saying that I knew them all, or that all were available, but I took the one and I marched along. Walking a little, singing a little, feeling tired a little, even frustrated sometimes,...

My Story with Writing

I don’t remember a lot about my grandfather, except for my running towards him and trying to say a couple of words in Armenian, and I would usually stand by his chair and repeat the words my mother would have taught me, and he would smile at me and I barely understood...