When I move, I stir up dust. I watch the particles dance through a beam of light. The movement is cut short when they fall outside the beam, only for the dance to start up again when the dust hits the next ray of light. Slowly, they fall to the ground, dancing as they go, […]
They say procrastination is the thief of time. I though find it gives me more time; I just don’t use it wisely. Procrastination leads to boredom and sometimes stress as you try and come up with more inventive ways to kill the boredom and still manage to refuse to do what you set out to […]
The world opened up around me this weekend. I took myself away from my surroundings and comfort and buried myself in other surroundings. I spent the weekend surfing a wave of awe, looking at the mountains and landscapes surrounding me. Overhead, buzzards called. On the ground, there was a noise, a rustle, then nothing—just the […]
I feel like looking into the abyss is a cliche. Yet, I think tonight that I am yet again staring into the abyss. It is a strange hollow feeling, slightly nauseous. I sit and type these words, watching the characters fill the stark white screen, and wonder, “Am I really looking into the abyss?” Is […]
Arguments. Why do I always get pulled in? I try and be considerate, and the more I try and appease others, the more apoplectic the anger gets—torrents of it. I wonder if trying to be “nice” is the reason. I remember when I would defend myself with vigour, and I never seemed to get as […]
The Novel is Dying 