By Nguyễn Văn Thiện, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
FACES OF FAMILIAR SPIRITS
People say: “Write something nice!”.
Making up a sweet story is simple, but the story of Mount Chư Mang has never ceased to haunt me. I ardently went in search of an adventure like the sad tale of Don Quixote at the end of his life, in search of a knight’s honour armed with a blunt sword adorning rusted armour. But the rivers are long and the mountains vast. The fun of chasing pretty familiar demons filled me with a paradox of affliction and intoxication.
Sweet is the meaningless reality in dreams; the ability to love an ethereal angelic face tainted with evil.
Each night, the darkness fell like a waterfall, these beautiful familiar faces appeared on the window sill: “Come to the mountains”, “What are you afraid of, chicken…” There, they’ve returned the…
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