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“Life In Monochrome…”

Life mists us up… …Sometimes And sometimes life felt worth living, and sometimes it didn’t. It was harmattan, and death was in vogue; the world happened, rhythmically. Everything was automated, even biology. Wake, fog, expend, expire, dust…lather, rinse, repeat. Our late adolescence was full of non-sequiturs and six-syllable pharmaceuticals — some people were given to certain things. Or two-lettered … Continue reading “Life In Monochrome…”

#This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#

#This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#

It was the eve of Christmas ‘013, and the family was in Georgia for the holidays. The neighbourhood was cloyed with the savory scent of sugar-coated edibles, and all the other things I loathe about the season; the caroling, the heartfelt cheer, the decorating, the baking, Santa, the maxed out credit cards, the belated gifts, … Continue reading #This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#

I Don’t Even Know What To Call It, Just Read…

So far so good. We were in the seventh period, and I think I’d managed the first six pretty well. I hadn’t taken the word ignorance to a new level….yet, and my self-respect hadn’t depreciated, at least not significantly….I was on top of the world… Until my lecturer decided to switch things up a bit, … Continue reading I Don’t Even Know What To Call It, Just Read…

October The 31st

October The 31st

It seemed sunny that night, so sunny that one would’ve thought the sun was trying to work a twenty-four hour shift. The melanic night sky seemed to be perforated with tiny holes that gave way to the albicant light from Heaven, allowing it to brighten up the earth’s surface. The moon made an equally appreciated … Continue reading October The 31st