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We live to pretend. And then we believe what we pretend to be living ...

Captain's log

The past few days have served as a perfect reminder as to why art is rapidly becoming an endangered species and I'm using this figure of speech here knowing that it will not bode well with quite a few.

The above may have sounded artsy, however I cannot place enough emphasis on the fact that artistic expression is in peril, vastly because people nowadays are disinterested and unmoved from the alternative and are easily bored from the flashes of creativity. Creativity perplexes life because it requires of you to think, in order to comprehend its innovation and worst of all it requires  of you to feel.

People tend to repel emotions, unless we are talking about their daily hit of joy, wrath, anger and bitterness of course. But art is, more often than not, above all that. Art is about complexity and for those who doubt, reflect for a moment on "the Marriage of Heaven and Hell" by William Blake.


Lastly, art, serves nowadays as the last bastion for those who wish to remain different; for those who wish to strive to seek fractals of perfection; for those who will not bow down to mediocrity.

Society will not accept its outliers. Alea jacta est. Art will die and all us demented thinkers will go down with her ...

Fortis cadere

Dreaming, as frightful as it can get sometimes, it should still be thought of as a blessing. It is our daily chance for a trip to oblivion, the magic touch which instantaneously takes us to a better place, a place where shades of gray have never looked so pleasant and colourful before.

Remove a man's dreams and you take away his hope. And then his life is filled with fear.

And since misery loves company, the men and women at the sweatshops worked night and day, powerless to rid themselves of the demon who took away their dreams.

A pale old man, would stroll around the southern projects, never leaving the sweatshops and the workers there from his eyes. Oh his eyes. When you looked straight to them ... you could see the abyss and you could feel yourself sliding into an never ending fall.

The art of detachment

I've been away from the blog for quite sometime, seeking alternative ways to communicate with people. I can assure you that the conventional ways of  conversing and interacting have failed both me and the postmodern society miserably.


Communication is our failsafe way to survive through society, our means to learn, cope and dream for a better tomorrow. But what happens when your safety net, fails you time and again?


Through the roads of Babylon I wandered
And I pondered to myself
What was it that kept people from seeing
The pale light of day
Warning them for the darkest night of the year.

In the roads of Babylon I wandered,
but to no avail.
The dimming light passed away
people went blind
and couldn't hear
the warning echo crying change