The After

In the days leading up to the India trip, I was anxious, I had that vague pain behind my rib cage. And so I tried to distract myself by cleaning more than I should, cooking more than I needed. On the way to the airport, … Continue reading The After


Autofiction, when servicing the mundane occurrences of life, can be unbearable to read; drowning in narcissism and vainly attempting to produce words that carry depth. Shobasakthi's autofiction is unbearable for a different reason: the colloquial and careless manner in which it documents a vicious circle … Continue reading Gorilla