Owen had always thought of himself as a rational person, capable of perspective. As a schoolboy, he'd read Othello. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on. What paltry aid literature turned out to be when the feelings were yours and not others'
- Devotion a short story from the collection: You Are not a Stranger Here by Adam Haslett
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Time To Stop - AK Ramanujan
There are times
when
going to
museums
makes you see
pointilliste anthills,
Picasso faces on milkmen
framed in the living room
window,
a violet shadow
all around a dead
or dying cow
and you come
back at night to see
how it looks
under the gaslight,
and after an accident,
blood
looks remarkably
like fresh paint.
Then it’s time to stop
going to museums

