Poetry

The Little Detective and his Ghost Doctor

He was a usual boy with
a usual head
full of chemicals and knives
and bodies dead,
with murders as play scenes
and thumbs as his toys
he played all alone
’cause he hated the other boys;
except John Watson
his family doctor’s son,
who had died about a decade ago
but haunted Sherlock still, you…

(Source: imjohnlocked, via rachenbach)

About BBC’s Sherlock, a widely loved show in America and the UK.

Media and a Memory

Years ago, if there was one thing I couldn’t do without, it was my Nintendo DS. I could never find anything that would entertain me nearly as much as that handheld video game console.

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I played it for years, with all of its different games, each one as fun as the next, until one day the DS broke. I could not get over it, and until I got a new one a week later, I was crushed.

 

But I learned that the DS really was a part of me, something I went to when I was sad. Of all the toys I ever played with in my life, none of them had more of an impact on me as the beloved DS of mine.