Carve my name

We are a retold story, a memory that is rehearsed until is forgotten or engraved. — The modern man has access to previously unimaginable amounts of information, but we cannot say he is well informed. The modern man has access to a vast amount of knowledge; however, we cannot say that he is wise. …

Between statues of dust and light — Aeons I searched for my Beloved, In the solitude of Siani. Centuries I called the names, Oceans my eyes wept… When my voice left me, My hands and feet too heavy, I stopped summoning the old God. I put on a cloth of darkness, Wondered aimless in eternal night. Between…

Case study: pancakes — The smell of burned sugar slipped through the house. My mouth started watering. In a trance, I would see myself opening the kitchen door. My face hit by the delicious heat inside. Bowls, floor, and cracked eggs spread through the buffet. In a corner, under the pale yellowish light, my…

“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep it in the same place.”- Lewis Carroll (Through the looking glass) — “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep it in the same place.”- Lewis Carroll (Through the looking glass) Here you can either be a businessman or a philosopher. A businessman would see it as: keep running, and you better be fast. …

A late kiss in the middle of the night. — Only the masochists follow their heart, For even a kiss can tear it apart. A late kiss in the middle of the night, Followed by an absent tomorrow, A long kiss from your sweetheart, But not to you, it was meant for another one. A kiss offered without love, A…