an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
'Ignorance is bliss'...a statement that assumes one can maintain such ignorance. And as hard as you may try, it will never be enough. Because the truth is all around you. Soon it will be plain unavoidable. What am I talking about? The irrevocable human impact on Earth. Now before I divulge, let me say that... Continue Reading →
Straight from the airport, Nearly two breathes of London air, You were the first person I spoke to. And my first words, “Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?” Best pick-up line ever.
And am I one? The other night, over a few jolly pints and less than witty banter, I stumbled upon a cold hard fact. For the longest time, I've been living in sweet oblivion. I've allowed myself to believe that I am from a generation beyond my uncomfortably close peers; the one before the infamous... Continue Reading →
While surrounded by a sea of green and cheap Irish regalia, I managed to have a somewhat meaningful chat with a friend. He pointed out the merits of my writing and gave me some feedback for the future. This one thing he said, lingers on my mind. The notion of framing my narrative, better. And... Continue Reading →
Not to be unduly morbid, but with each passing day we are inching closer to our last. Inarguable, yet unsavoury to the mind. Humans avoid fixation. Perhaps its for the best, to carry on living without much awareness of one's mortality. I mean, what can you really do about it? Plastic surgery and all that... Continue Reading →
My immigrant parents never failed to remind me of the sacrifices they made when they made the move to Canada. Making sure to tell me all the gory details, and how their unwavering conviction saw them through the hardest of times. They lived a life not for pleasure's sake but for righteousness itself. Always noble... Continue Reading →
Oh wait, I mean have. The nerds HAVE inherited the Earth. And I'm not complaining...I just think its funny. The modern dictionary defines a nerd as 'a foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious.' e.g. "one of those nerds who never asked a girl to dance." And if anyone has been... Continue Reading →
From the beginning of time, writers have whinged and moaned over a peculiar condition that hinders their efforts. A pest of the mind that either clouds your clarity or dissipates your creative clouds. Invisible and debilitating; a common disease still yet uncured. You guessed it, the old 'writer's block'. Not unlike the common cold, it... Continue Reading →
A sudden shift in comfort, Clothes bland and formal, Mannerisms safe, a well-oiled routine, Humour caged, fed scraps of the day. I’m told I’m now a ‘grown up’, Man, does it suck. Been preparing for this quite some time, Been told it equates to success. Been running around foolish-like for quite some time,... Continue Reading →
The widely accepted definition of nostalgia is a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. My definition however, is slightly different. To me, nostalgia is a most intoxicating distraction, an innocent that with magnification becomes a devilish vixen on the brain, sometimes the heart, and with... Continue Reading →
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