Nepal contains part of the Himalayas, the highest mountain range in the world. Eight of the fourteen eight-thousanders are located in the country, either in whole or shared across a border with China or India.
It’s a world of easy distractions: the flicker of the television, the simulated adventures of games, the summer hours that seem endless. Children are offered a myriad of possibilities; each seemingly better than the last and each certain to provide
It is a collection of impossible pages, weighted to imagery and importance. You hold them, careful, as if afraid they will somehow be too much for you to understand. They intimidate, those pages. They overwhelm with their refusal to end.
The assumption of literature is that it began within the Victorian age, with all characterizations and tropes developed within the opium grandeur. All books before were merely failed attempts; and all books to follow were to stand forever in the
All literature is formed of stories – the novel ideas and shorter tales, the fantasy and truth. Prose is the only technique to capture language, you are certain; and it is this certainty that leads you strolling past shelves, noting
You have formed an opinion (as you tend to do. Your mind is always whorling out ideas and assumptions, the necessary logic). Books, you have decided, are the only worthwhile forms of literature. The others – those short stories and
There is a question among the shelves, a misunderstanding of books and their categories. You hold pages in your hand, wondering how they’re suddenly named something more than a novel. They seem no different than all of the surrounding epics
It’s a confusion of style – a book is chosen for its satire, understood to offer clever words and social commentary (designed to shame the majority into action, reveal the problems of the world). It’s meant to be a simple
It is the strangest of prisons – the aisles stretch endless, divided into names and crackled spines, Melvil Dewey’s ingenuity modified. Books are placed into careful rows, offered genres and assumptions. Horror sprawls to your left; romance is found to
It is an age of ink, the black and white stories offered easily; the written word is seen in all forms, plastered across city stone and countryside corners. It cannot be refused. It cannot be denied. It is instead to