With all due candor, I pen these lines to convey my profound disdain for certain trifling maladies that, surely beyond your concern or comprehension, possess the potential to wreak havoc upon a life or professional career. Pray, observe with care, for I suffer a slight infirmity in the tendons of my hands, in both hands, to be precise. Nevertheless, let us concentrate our attention upon the left h... » Continue Reading
Allow me to confess, it is indeed passing strange. The sentiments that invade my mind when I fix my gaze upon my hands are profound. To observe their external form, with a deliberate slowness as my eye traces every contour of my palm. To ponder and envision their inner structure, how the sinews contract when I move but a solitary finger, or the skeletal frame within that bears such burden. Through... » Continue Reading
Love is strange. Scientifically, one might say that this feeling exists solely for the procreation of humankind and to ensure the perpetuation of our species. However, from another vantage, love is wondrous. Yes, I am aware that you have likely suffered heartbreak, as have I, but do not lay blame upon love itself. In truth, it is people who render love dreadful. Recall, the fault lies never with ... » Continue Reading
Do people really think how fucked up it is to die? I have oft heard it said, and I am inclined to believe it, that the closest one may come to experiencing death is within the realm of slumber. Observe, if you will, how upon closing one's eyes, hours pass imperceptibly, and one awakens as though having traversed time in an instant. The mind severs its connection to rational thought; thus, I would... » Continue Reading