I opened the door and was showered in light, almost like a reflex, no, Precisely as a reflex I squinted. Deep, deep breath. The sky is so blue, too much, with not a single cloud in sight. A reflex to the reflex the door was closed again. It was beautiful but, Just not for me.
I watched this. Does that make me a better human being? Of course not. I don’t exactly know what I’m going for with this, but guess I just wanted to say that after finally getting around to watching it... My feelings aren’t as strong as those of many others in the internet. Or at least … Continue reading Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid
Forgive the over dramatic title but I had no other idea of how to call this particular Mind Dump, the “column” in which I just blabber on and on about a particular topic that came floated to the surface of my consciousness at any particular time, with as little proofreading as possible. You know... Stuff. … Continue reading Mind Dump #03 – Of Faux Tragedies And An Eternal Journey of Learning
When I open my eyes I can’t help but wonder how much was a dream, how much was reality and how much was imagination. There are differences, however subtle, however prominent, in each of those. But the main point is, When I open my eyes I wonder how much of what I had seen was … Continue reading Sonic. Sonic. Nurse. Thursday.
I wake up, rubbing my eyes. When I stand my body feels... alright actually. The problem is not in my muscles, it’s not in my bones, and still it is somewhere on the borderline of tangible. It’s hard to tell exactly what it is, morning coffee doesn’t help, same with a few push-ups. Thinking nothing … Continue reading Mourning Coffee
Sometime last year... Ok I admit it, it was a bit earlier but I kind of forgot that I wanted to post something related to this. Anyway... It’s been about a year since I got back into drawing, and have been practicing mostly every day, with very few exceptions. I’m not entirely sure what was … Continue reading Mind Dump #02 – A year of drawing again..
Nikki, I should have let you know. As a worm I kept moving too... What...? What did I mean to find. I’m sorry, Even now I’m being too self-centered aren’t I? But, I’m sorry... It’s just that too many parts of me want to crawl to where you are. Only then, through the mud and … Continue reading w(O)rm