Tag: depression

  • Recovery

    I spent years disgruntled like a weary Ufologist pitching his tent in the desert and looking through a telescope for signs and symbols, like a first-grader attempting to play Liszt until time broke me like lightning tears a telephone pole, now, aged, with regret caressing my face with her fingers like the first five syllables…

  • Meh

    I’m listening to No Surprises  by Radiohead and I can   relate to the song, despite  Thom Yorke’s terrible diction  which verges on drawling.  It’s like listening to a   dirge-lullaby or a romantic   funeral song, and I have to  look up the lyrics.   Yes, no alarms and no  surprises, and I mean…

  • Burnt copper leaves

    1 As we passed   the paddy fields  on our way  to the Nilgiris,  their burnt copper leaves  interspersed with sickly green   evoked a sense of belonging   in me. A oneness  with creation and perhaps  even the Creator.   I was listening to John Mayer’s  Slow Dancing in a Burning Room   and…

  • 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.…

  • Kierkegaard’s poet?

    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 …