loveletters to a cruel world
Gentile or Jew, O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. T.S.Elliot, 'The Waste Land', IV. I’ve been trying so hard to make all this suffering mean something. But it’s been me deciding what has been meaningful, and kicking myself into making that... Continue Reading →
I can't say that all of this has been "bad" as an experience, although the pain has been intense. However, if I had to learn the hard way that "I" don't exist, then that's the way it just happened.
When I was about 13 or 14 years old, a neighbour's newly rescued bull terrier busted through our backyard fence and attacked one of our cats. It was very lucky that this poor dog had been so badly neglected by a prior owner that he only had four teeth, so Motley (named for one of my... Continue Reading →
This was carved on a stone box found outside Bologna in the 17th century. People thought it might be a tombstone, but the actual reason for its existence is unknown, seeing as there was nothing inside. It was built and inscribed in a century prior, by Achilles Volta, Grand Master of the Order of the Blessed Virgin Mary ,... Continue Reading →
she offered me the void I denied my desire, her call and instead built a fortress as if it could hold me keep me safe contain me tastefully decorated in muted tones, casual observers couldn't tell its foundation stones were a dungeon of sadness she burnt it she snuck in through the... Continue Reading →
I have exceeded my targets for ridiculousness this week already. Many complete strangers think I meme well today, judging by the reaction notifications. The pic here, got 300 laugh reacts, which made me happy for me, but sad for humans. Like most humans (and dogs, I suppose), I crave external validation. A normal person... Continue Reading →
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