Collecting Dust

<p>Voices from Malaysia to New York from South Korea to Argentina emerge in this poignant collection of short fiction and poetry.</p><p><br></p><p>It is morning. We wake beside our loved ones; we reminisce on an elementary romance. Then comes twilight. We fall in love with pyromaniacs; we realize that perhaps we do not need magic; we find ourselves to lose ourselves again. Night falls. Monsters arise; hearts break; we become our fathers.</p><p><br></p><p>These are the stories of the rays of sun and the dark corners; the beginnings and the endings; the mornings the twilights and finally the nights. The moments we dwell fondly upon and the moments that remain buried in memory collecting dust.</p>