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December 15, 2025
Rwanda
20 kilometers Outside Kigali
The alarm rang as it always did. I opened my eyes, reached for my flashlight, switched it on, and carefully climbed out from under my mosquito-netted bed. I checked the time.
4:45 a.m. Monday.
I yawned. I hated Mondays. In that brief...
December 8, 1907 (old style)
Tbilisi, Georgia
I woke up on the living room couch, stiff as hell, the kind of pain you only get from furniture designed by a sadist who hated vertebrae. Dawn was leaking through the window, painting the city in that scarlet glow that screams "romance" in Paris but...
November 25, 1907
Tbilisi, Russian Empire
Dawn had barely broken over the rust-colored rooftops of Tbilisi, the early winter sun casting a faint golden sheen over the frosted windows. The city was waking slowly, as if reluctant to face the day. Inside our cramped little flat, the air was heavy...
TW: a lot of references to suicide and depression in this story.
December 15, 2023
Rwanda
A Few Miles Outside Kigali
I should have stayed in America.
That thought—my ever-faithful companion over the past year—returned once again, like a mosquito in the night that just won't die, as the...
How many logs fell today?
Clad in white surgical scrubs and a freshly cleaned apron, Shiro pushed the metal cart down the halls of his domain. On a surgical tray, his favorite blades gleamed in contrast to the dull red-stained rags under them. Moans, crying, screams, and coughing echoed from...