What sounds better? Photos are a manipulation of time, a theft of time per se, for the now which then becomes the now-actualized, the now-passed and no longer the now of now. A photo is the extraction, the extirpation of a fraction of time from Time, of motion that is paralyzed for the enjoyment of…

I am exhausted of this exhaustion that I seem to be unable to expunge. When is this fatigue, that has latched on to me since the inception of 2005 to tear itself from me? The days are reminiscent of those that decorated the the first six months of 2003. I would arise only to discover…

My writing is not an extension of myself. It is an abomination, a perversion of me. It is a reflection of me and as such, chalk full of imperfections. It is shadows in a cave. So what is writing? Something I don’t take seriously; a simple diversion. Such a lie [writing is] I never know!

“The union of male with male is and must be sterile….” There stood the embodiment of that which I find aesthetically pleasing. In him incarnate were those qualities that I have been desirous of since childhood, intricately manifested and no longer distant. And to my surprise, the circumstance afforded me the ability to bridge the…

I wonder where I’ve put myself! Oh silly me! I’ve forgotten where! So I’ve been offline for some time! Days! Oh scandalous! My belovèd laptop has suffered a minor calamity! She shall be fine once I send her away to be rapaired! Ooh! Ooh! I’ll report with good knews soon though! I’ve got this little…

From you I learnt those whimsical mots d’expression, learnt to break through the iron shell of circumspection asphyxiating my soul in order to bring to surface these internal manifestations of the self. It was from your fountain of desire, your bacchic lips that I drank furiously. I thirsted and you surfeited. You inspired me to…

I somehow woke to this discovery. I can understand the scratches that constantly appear on my back, but this? I don’t know!

I just woke up, though it seemed to have been an intense struggle to do so! For a moment, I had lost the ability to fill my body with life again as I do every morning. My mind desperately desired to free itself from the dream-later-turned-nightmare, yet I was for all I wanted, incapable of…

My baby is turning 7 years old to-day! Hurrah! I never imagined that this day would come! Muah! It is difficult to believe that what started as a simple attempt at partaking in Netscape* would grow with me. My design-sense has drastically changed and although I no longer think of myself as a designer (I…

To-day I saw Louise. She was walking up Alameda with the air of an angel, possessing the ideal teutonic characteristics. I became teary-eyed, lost in the moment. I wanted to rush up to her, as if she and I had always had a special friendship. And I’d tell her that she was no longer contemptuous…