Archive for the ‘Prose.’ Category

Stars.

Unfathomable clarity: such that diamonds could not even compete; a purity unbounded: the whitest of white light.

The night sky shone as only it could: ostentatiously and without inhibition. Arrogantly. Despite the astronomical distance between the stars and ourselves, their nightly communiqués were all that kept me sane. In spite of all that stood between [...]

#1. Prose. Fiction.

‘Well, nothing lasts forever. The permanence of nothing is guaranteed: we are born, we consume, we die - the only universal truth; the only infallible transience. Sure there are the perks inbetween the three, of course: we’d all just end life prematurely if we know the true sumtotal of our existence. We’d have nothing to [...]

“We Grasp at Meanings.”

The tension of the water’s surface was broken with an abandon bordering upon the reckless. The dangers within were of not consequence. All that mattered was the current: the ebbing and flowing of conscious matters away from the body; the descent of a relative purity over the mind. Clarity and self-deception so wonderfully juxtaposed: beauty [...]

Two hours waiting for an exam #1.

The rhythm section of the storm. A testament to attitudes crass and harmful. Perceptions of dead and dying dreams: concepts forgotten, hopes dashed. Virility as a sole ‘virtue’. Looking for truth in the wrong places: a slave to your base desires. Fuck for fun and profit.
Use. Take. Obtain.
Egocentricity as an overriding personality trait, arrogance a [...]

Something old #2.

Eyes. It was always eyes: nothing else interested me nearly as much in other people. Where others only saw discrete variation in eyes (their blue, grey, green, brown divisions: solid colours and their relative simplicity in explicability were all that mattered to these others), I saw an infinity of possibilities. I saw not only these [...]

Something old.

Dew droplets formed on grass, and our feet violated their almost holy bond: that water was a pure influence upon the grass tainted by its mere position, and here we were, interfering in its sacrament. It was awfully rude of us: though downtrodden and soiled by the very earth which served as its anchor, the [...]

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