There’s not a living soul on this commute. So it seems. Aimless bodies staggering about, perhaps some self-satisfied with titles and honours: meaning derived from a manufactured consent to partake in games and narratives, yet only laxatives that ease the passage of time as we tumble around the event horizon, stretched and warped, till that … Continue reading Commute Aboard Angst
I have an inner life. A network of thoughts and discursive inner-dialogues, sometimes coherent – often dogmatic – but never at peace. It’s a universe borne through me with laws and parameters, nodes and relationships, tones and patterns. It’s an inner life with an ecology that expands inwards and extends out into the world. It … Continue reading I Have an Inner Life.
I see your face and it looks to me that you’ve long abandoned the quest for truths, those inner worlds beyond mere signs and features on the surface. Perhaps in childhood you once had that sudden flash of consciousness where beyond the veil secret voices whispered, “come.” With desperate curiosity you sought your elders out … Continue reading Deadened Hearts
Perhaps I'm going about this all wrong. My worldview has become more incoherent as I drift towards nihilism. A tempting drift though it may be given the dearth of evidence to suggest otherwise, nihilism contradicts another conception to which I subscribe; namely, that the individual can only ever hold an incomplete view and should, therefore, … Continue reading Course Change
A squirrel scrambles, tree to tree, frantically gathering winter’s hoard. No mind of its pursuits, it seems, but only that by some urgency such preoccupation overwhelms it. Should it stop to linger on its thoughts, to probe for reasons why, we might find a rodent adventuring to far off places, deviating from familiar habitats and … Continue reading Of Squirrels and Men