Barry Four Voices

I tell myself that I feel love but people like me don't feel things like love. Do they?



The engineers of Planet Earth laid the tracks back to front and this caused a great deal of confusion—we’d think we were on the train to New York, but find ourselves lost in Istanbul. If we missed our stop, we could take the train past Sydney and sling-shot around back to the park’s entrance in […]

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Test Group 4:

We played at being American women—smoking, drinking, kissing—unconstrained by sarees and rules.

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Nina’s Alcoholism

She looked pleased, like alcohol had given her yet another gift. And vicious—alcoholics are so vicious. They'll drink your breath, and I knew it.