Chaos

The fishing boat returns to the river trailed by hundreds of seagulls scavenging the remains of their catch, with the sun moments ago creating an illusion to those on the city hills of a deep red fire in the surrounding woodlands but now bequeathing us only shadows to switch our hearing to the primary sense.…

Si vis pacem, para bellum

A big fat ironic aspect of humanity sits on our intelligence and won’t allow us to move until we use brute force itself to dislodge the suffocating obvious need for physical strength; the savage concept of protecting ourselves. Sometimes ‘by any means necessary’. To the enlightened this thought process is to debunk its true pursuit…

Focus

The very first note I type wearing my spectacles and every letter is bright and sharp, no mistaking ‘Y’ for ‘V’; but it was nonetheless a biological defeat. My poor sagging eye lenses had gotten me this far by bringing into view every detail of creation albeit mostly in magazines and TV, save the high…