Arjun Vijay Prakash

how it all ended. Alfred Sisley — The Bridge at Villeneuve-la-Garenne she showed me bali, indonesia, other places. blue water. clean sky. beautiful views. beautiful her. she was sitting right next to me. a-guy-that’s-always-there on the other side. people talking. laughing. having a time of their lives. she took a random photo of me. said it was for a meme. i didn’t ask more. it felt almost like she liked me. two girls behind us were reading “white nights”. she said she wanted to read it too. i thought a...

three years later. Claude Monet — A Seascape, Shipping by Moonlight today is february 3. i know the date because it keeps coming back to me. every time, when i think about you. three years ago, you said, “isn’t the moon lovely.” i remember stepping outside. doing what you asked me. i didn’t know then that this is how it starts. with being asked to notice the same thing at the same time. that night stayed with me since then. it made me feel chosen. like you wanted me there, looking at the same sky as you....

on being seen once. Camille Pissarro — Boulevard Montmartre, Spring this comes after the day we lost, and i still won. and the wave in the middle of the day. someone was talking again. showing his article. ai this, ai that. the usual. pretending that he wrote it. i was standing there. just listening to the crowd. then she said it. “i really like arjun’s poetry.” crazy she even said that. it was a normal sentence to everyone. not for me. it meant she had read it. at least once. it meant my words had reach...