May 2010
4 posts
Like a child weary with the sting of the loss of a game, I do not wish to play any more. I am tired of pretending. When I rise in the morning I feel only that it is to no end, and when I retire to bed at night I do so with the knowledge that the next day shall bring the same repetitive dead end tasks and duties. Relationships are souring and possessions are becoming increasingly artificial. I am...
I don’t believe in a God. I believe in science and art and literature and ultimately, existentialism. Sometimes I am inclined to believe that religion is the gift of meaning of life that I have not yet received, but I feel that if ever given this gift I would most likely reject it, because I believe in freedom of thought. I wouldn’t buy into this God delusion, even if it seemingly...
I was eleven. I remember the feel of the sand between my toes. I was walking, early in the morning, on a particularly desolate stretch of beach. The sun was warm against my back and the ocean wind combed through my hair. The tide was tickling the shore, leaving it’s trace and then retreating backwards, I did enjoy to watch it. The sun was high, and a stark contrast to the deep, cloudless...
I broke a vase today. It tumbled to the floor and smashed into one hundred little pieces, each unique one scattering across the kitchen floor. I cannot begin to pretend that I regret my decision. I only regret that it was not deferred.
E