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  • 2006-05-14

    he resucitado

    No tengo nada que decir; por ello no he escrito en tanto tiempo. Tampoco soy alguien – de menos ésto me gustaría creer – que escribe simplemente por escribir. A la vez, tengo el gran presentimiento de que todo lo que escribo aquí, nadie lo lee. No, no es sólo un presentimiento, tengo las pruebas.…

  • 2006-05-08

    I am bitter, spiteful and jaded. And if I could, I would with celerity and alacrity eradicate the whole of that disgusting entity that is the human species.

  • 2006-05-07

    on my hate for mobiles

    I hate that blasted contraption that Americans and their cultural satellites call a cell phone and the rest of the world a mobile. It has, perhaps, irreparably altered the way human beings interact. What once would have been deemed antisocial if not rude, now is acceptable and I dare say, de rigueur. Every being who…

  • 2006-05-04

    a moon away

    I am telectically driven; my destination, however bemuses me. It is as if I am driving down a meandering road, a deleterious phenomenon in itself, hoping to discover reason, a reason, any reason! Perhaps like some kamikazee insect, desirous of fulfilling its fate, a comet spiralling out of control, splattering its gusts and life over…

  • 2006-04-27

    the mythical box turtle

    I plough upon the shore. Such a ponderous burden upon my shoulders to toil lands bereft of fecundity; woe me, I am not Atlas! And surely, I am not to be confused, ever, with altruistic Prometheus. I prefer the voluptuous delights this world offers, to the unknown and divine promised to the saintly. I shall…

  • 2006-04-21

    Travels — Galleries

    The following are the currently available galleries. Please click on the pink arrow that follows each description to go to the respective gallery. 22—24 September 2006; 163 photos of Oxford. Though the majority of the photos in this gallery were taken in Oxford, there are some photos of Birmingham International Airport and some places in…

  • 2006-04-13

    shadows

    I am not happy. My writing has been sapped by the ennui. Though I wish to think of myself as possessing the qualities of a flâneur, I cannot play the rôle faithfully. The mundane and bromidic lie outside of my sphere; they are muddled apparitions in the periphery, humbling chimeras. Now, I will allow my…

  • 2006-04-12

    It is said that “every individual man and all men in common aim at a certain end which determines what they choose and what they avoid. This end, to sum it up briefly, is happiness,” and I believe it to be true. But I am, to be honest, unhappy. It is my suspicion that in…

  • 2006-04-11

    reflexion on Bangladesh

    Nota bene: The following is correct and true to the extent of what I am able to recollect. At 4:21 a.m. I set out for Bangladesh. It was the 14th of December 2004 and the semester was over. I had stayed up through the night, cleaning my dorm room, manically forcing what clothes remained into…

  • 2006-04-05

    forgetting vis-à-vis human condition (nature)

    Not too long ago, several months if I am not mistaken (and to be honest, I am hardly ever mistaken!), I read a marvellous quote. I shivered at the brink of an epileptic attack, my lower lip quivered; to say the least, I don’t know how I managed to contain myself! Gad, how fantastic! But…

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