The Other

A One-day Autobiography The Saturday 6-o'clock alarm sends its piercing squeak all around. I sleepily fumble around to mute that always-surprising day-starter. The first attempts to do so are futile; ...

Even though the cruel winds of the spring-tide have subsided, the merciless waves of the angered sea have not yet receded. The outcrops of rocky shores are still suffering, empathising ...