When outrageous statements pollute the airwaves, the most common reactions are to either shun them or to use the sort of vocabulary I just did and condemn them as utter nonsense and a menace to society. NO! And there couldn’t be a more resounding no than that! Both of these reactions are wrong because they […]Read more "On the importance of a pluralism of opinions"
When all is calm and the night is black… still frames, relentlessly coming back to my mind, the colours washing away. It is as though every time I remember an image, I use it, details getting lost over time. In the hustle of the day, there is not enough time to notice the constantly growing […]Read more "Unrooted"
Her voice finds resonance in a pool of positive thoughts, makes the surface vibrate, stirs up the calm, lets pass all trouble. If ever I am to hold that privilege, to see her more often than not, I need to become acquainted with the environment that makes for such beauty. For I could not forgive […]Read more "Suffused with light on a grey cold afternoon Part 2: Reactions"
9/11. A day that would forever change the world. Death is nothing new. The deaths of a multitude of people is nothing new. The way, however, in which the death of so many people was achieved that day, was unknown to mankind at that point. No hatred against individual people fed those acts, the deaths […]Read more "A turning point in history"
The ceiling seems to oppress me. The walls are closing in on me. I loosen my tie and it is still hard to breathe. I tremble as I put my right hand into my pocket, take out the neatly folded handkerchief with my grandfather’s monogram on it and wipe my forehead with it. Schubert is playing […]Read more "Noise"
Down by the river, I looked into a mirror. Down by the river, I saw my own face. Distorted by the moonshine, I saw my own face, saw it break. Lights of the city reflecting in the water. Sirens howling, places to be. Down by the river, reaction time is shorter, Soul searching to do, […]Read more "Down by the river"
I guess I’ve got it figured out. I guessed that yesterday and I was proven wrong. I’ll guess it again tomorrow. Every time I do, I am sure. A rock. Alone against the crushing waves. Blue. Grey. A color scheme as poor as my experience. The wind, it talks to me. I can’t quite make […]Read more "The extrinsic element to the value of being"