Just a writer
Indian barber’s massage
I’ve watched chiropractor videos on YouTube, where the practitioner yanks the neck of the patient using a Y-strap and calls it spinal decompression or something else. Did you feel it all the way down? He asks, and the patient responds with a euphoric grunt, a throaty hallelujah symbolising release from years of pain. He groans…
What is real?
Today, you sit on your laptop, writing an insightful comment, and it’s as if we’re sitting across the table, the words exchanged, the beer, and the emoticons, the peanuts. It’s surreal and frightening. Surreal because you’ll carry with you some idea of me that will shape your next comment. Frightening because that idea isn’t real.…
They’ve renewed your favourite show for a second season and you’re super excited, scouring the internet for theories on who the puppet master is, or if Jack will turn heel. Will the werewolves attack or will the time-travelling merchants buy them off with promises of brilliant futures in…
Is the art of writing good art to lose all inhibition like Sharon Olds with her detailed, anatomical odes to her mother, carving with syllables the cave she exited and the nipple she drew milk and blood from? Visceral, strangely alluring, profoundly deep. I could do the same, write…
Anime or Manga doesn’t appeal to me. It did when I was in my early 20s. Most video games bore me, it’s the usual fetch this, fetch that, fight him or her, go here or there. The ones which they design with a novelist’s eye are not quite …
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