I am writer and obedient tea drinker.
That afternoon, the sun slowly headed for the west. Twilight to the dark horizon. A flock of birds flew towards the trees.
By amin fauzi4 years ago in Fiction
What we ask of a writer in the first place is a unique voice. We ask for the rest later, and we may even pretend that it is only the later things we required -- no personal, individual, induplicable quality, just pure art.”
By amin fauzi4 years ago in Motivation
