Tag: depression
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September
“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” ― Rowland E. Robinson All those years ago, in late September, in that coffee shop under a bruised sky, as day melted into night, the auburn twilight evoking poignant memories, the Amaltas fighting to […]
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Eden
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear […]
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Artist
After failing as an artist (a synonym for unemployed), I worked in a mine in rural America. Not much in those badlands, except weeds the colour of my skin, jingoists who loved guns, and Confederate flags. There were some good people like the ones who left me alone as I […]
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Free
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. – Albert Camus The wind soughs through the wayward pines, past the dilapidated mines, beckoning me to join it, to walk away and admit my need to be wild and free, […]
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Madness
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ― Charles Bukowski The pastor would return home after flirting with the ladies at the church, leading them on with quotes laced with Ecclesiastical seasoning, a fragrance that […]
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Aliens
I don’t believe that there are aliens. I believe there are really different people. – Orson Scott Card Each time I kiss her, I want to tell her everything… about the aliens who tried to abduct me, the secret door in the attic which imprisons them — little behemoths with orange skin, glowing yellow eyes […]
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Time and providence
But all the while I sit and thinkOf times there were beforeI listen for returning feet And voices at the door ― J.R.R. Tolkien I often asked myself why I was here on a lonely planet, confined by time and providence, I watched people undergo spiritual metamorphoses, transforming into beings of the light — blue aureoles framing their […]
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Rain
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. – Roger Miller I’m sitting on my balcony in a pensive mood, the rain augmenting recollection that’s usually half-baked these days, nebulous like the swirling greys in a paperweight, I don’t have a pluviophile’s tranquility, all I have is an ache that longs to find […]
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On Art
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. – Pablo Picasso Dear writer, As I write this, the sun sets, bathing the city with purple melancholia. There’s an ashy wren-warbler sitting on a branch outside my window. Gentle nuances of grey and brown, cover most of his back, and […]
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Good and evil
“Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons.” ― Nora Roberts Once there was darkness, not the opposite of light, but a darkness that preceded light, before a divine fiat brought colours, patterns, shapes, forms, the vast macrocosm and microcosms […]