Words

If the norm is five, twenty five, then how blue is Red?These things remind me of deer. No present here, no past. Tense.Rhymes are boring and science progresses one funeral at a time. And if Peter Pennydam’s tin foil hat Dwight gets it, what exactly is coming to him? Three shades of zeal? Fear becomes him. Looking Read more!

When you read something you wrote in the past, does it occur to you that what you wrote was not half bad? Read more!

I hate it when pragmatism gets in the way of an interesting debate. Read more!

Dear [edited], Is it fair to edit entries long after they are posted? It would be fair to say I will most probably keep doing so until circumstances get the best of me. Best, [edited] Read more!

My hard drive is a testament to my cluttered mind. I get nervous thinking I might end up clogging the system by adding more libraries. I still haven’t given up on smoking. Read more!

Hello Margareth, It has been a while since I wrote. You know how much I have been looking forward to make ends meet by the end of this year. Well… now that that time is almost upon us, I am at a loss. I can’t remember where and when I lost my marbles and I Read more!

Dear Edna, It feels like someone keeps moving the furniture around. It could be me, but I don’t think I am that same man I was yesterday. I will keep an eye out for the possibilities that may arise. As always, I remain within the boundaries of my writings, your perception. Love, Pete Read more!

I am reluctant to write this down, since I fear it might just take root and start living yet another life of its own. This happened before, on several occasions. I am faced with it so very vividly every time I revisit past experiences at an all time low. On the other hand, doing so Read more!

Edith prepared dinner. A salad. We’re into healthy food nowadays.The side effects seem less severe. Read more!

Dear Acedia, I nearly forgot what it felt like, that brief moment of blissful clarity, that magical place where to wonder relieves the languor. No past, no present, no future, no time. No such things outside these vapid bounds. Read more!