P-chan's messy head
This year’s mind Comatose The self-delusive heart Dying on a page From overdose Of love, Hands washed In others’ wounds Fingerpaints, red To blacken the shiny night Dripping on our flesh Share nature’s bed This year’s mind oblivious The dirt under the nails Mainly shed skin Sleep, says Morpheus Dream now Eyes sewn shut Eyeballs Read More …
I’ve been thinking a lot about Aesop’s fox and the grapes lately. Isn’t it fascinating that this simple story explains the most complicated type of psychology? My current cognitive dissonance has been robbing my sleep, stealing my appetite, and gradually pulling me towards indifference. The apple surely tastes good, but what is it that I’ve Read More …
So many cars are coming from the wrong directions. And I have a lack of attention when crossing roads. Why I haven’t got run over yet is a mystery. Perhaps I trust my instincts too much, or I’m just careless. I may have bad ears but a sharp inner eye. Still, it’s also foolish. I Read More …
I thought this was the right place. There are so many people, so many busy people. I wanted to get lost among them, as I thought that would be a good way to rediscover myself, except that it doesn’t work like that. Or maybe I have rediscovered myself, but I hate the way it works. Read More …