You were polarising- in so many ways, your vibe confused the hell out of me and the ambivalence made me uncomfortable; I met you at a time when I didn’t know the best things in life are somewhat polarising, they tend to be transformative, with their stimulating powers I liked
As a fan of Marcel Proust who loves the way he perceives the world as depicted in À la recherche du temps perdu, I thought I should write down my answers to the most popular version of his iconic questionnaire in my first unequivocally personal blog post, even though my
Quiet and frozen: A reflection approaches within the glass I seek meaning in a meaningless palace of empty eyes and half-hearted smiles. Statues of philosophers vis-à-vis- From expresionless to sad, their face changes mood: they empathise. Neither pain nor pleasure felt- My mindless mind projects conflicting eyes filling a void of thought
I taste the blood of dehydrated lips, admire the inadequately plucked eyebrows above vapid black circles surrounded by red on translucent white. Dark hair, itchy like rope against my neck, frozen hands trembling, features particularly thin: I forgot how to live, yet I laugh at my own sin.
She was standing by the window, her face seemingly puzzled by the familiar noise of trains rushing incessantly and birds making harpy-like sounds. It was really taking her back. Back to the days when she made connections between the number of the floor she was living on and the corresponding
Their music submerged my body in cold waters- red, blue, and purple lights piercing into the depths. Their voice embraced me, the melody wrapped me up in a liquid swirl, whilst my mind was surrounded by the haze of the late 90’s when I was a child and the very early