In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
To study literature is perhaps the most grueling, even a macabre torment that a lover of literature could invite upon themselves. The horror lies in the fact that one ends up failing to enjoy literature as they once did and they are not even aware of it for years.
Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books … More
touch and go, barred window, oh quick spectacular rainbow! bunker beds, dingy hotel rooms, undocumented dorms that part of town … More
A tide sits upside down on the rooftop of my grandfather’s cottage in the village… Tide turns and places a … More
“…feels like I am frozen”, said an angsty writer to a hypothetical group of people he had been imagining for … More
A cult of travellers joyously following a trail left behind by an explorer of some other breed, who, it turns … More
Place your hand upon my brow and feel how I burn with fever. Soft, cold, rough, old… it does not … More
Have you heard of a piece of music that was known to be only half revealed? They say the composer … More
- Musings of a promising freak -
The world around through my camera's lens
Story Of The Footloose 